Moon Series 2016 - Day 7

Waxing Crescent - 8:40 p.m.

The moon's face shines
with reflected light,
flat and sharp as shrapnel,
while the cold air whispers
its promises of naked winter
There's no silence this time
only the busy noises
of a young night
as cars exhale,
devouring the pavement
while the happy chirp of crickets
play another symphony
I sit close to all of it
beneath that crowded sky
feeling, for once, as the moon must
distant and aloof,
a buoyant observer,
I can't see the dust
that must be caked
in every crater and groove
the moon looks bright and new
creeping towards its fullest spectacle
while the Earth grows older