A waning moon at daybreak
awakens, slips sleepily over the horizon
begins her transit when the day is new
left our nighttime dreams unilluminated
fading, undistinguished, into the wakening day.
Venus, sparkling alone in the blue, knows
it’s only a phase;
soon enough Sister Moon will wax
full over the horizon before
Brother Sun has bid goodnight
and fill our dreams with amazing stories.
“A Waning Moon at Daybreak” © 2017 Bernadette E. Kazmarski
I first posted this as a poem-in-progress with my daily photo on my photo blog Today in July 2017 and knew I’d end up drafting a poem. I shared it here, and let it sit until it spoke to me again. Here is the finished poem.
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