Moon Series 2017 - Day 4

10/4/17 - 8:34 p.m.
Waxing Gibbous (Almost Full)

October's holding autumn back,
the warm air has the crickets fooled,
but not me
I feel the cold beneath this shallow night
see the scattered leaves on my dark grass
sense the sap slowing in every living tree
and above it all,
far from humming bugs and changing seasons
hangs the moon, tempting us with fullness
as if her fleeting light knows what it means
to be down here among creatures
that breathe and squirm and die
I forgot how to see past the stark truth of things
there's no magic left, not without you
my sorrow covers the bare moon