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.
it’s only a phase;
soon enough she 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
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