Moon Series 2016 - Day 1

Waxing Crescent: 6:33 p.m.

October stakes its claim
on the steel clouds,
drawn so tightly over the black moon
which waits, motionless,
too close to the sun.
I saw the rolling fog, a shroud,
dimming the aging day,
promising nothing more
than a cloaked moon
giving me permission
to forget about the sky.
Autumn's cold stare
is a warning,
turning the leaves gold
plucking them from their perch
before they're fully aware
that the fierce brightness of summer
is already gone.