Monday, October 1st, 2018 – 8:30 p.m.
Waning Gibbous
There’s no chance I’ll see the moon tonight
the steady rain made sure of that
noon’s warmth seems like a dream
in this bitter chill
it’s far too soon to lose the heat of summer
but who am I to say when a season should end?
It’s already October, after all
and if I’m being truthful
than I must admit I’ve learned
that seasons play by their own rules
when summers stretch on far too long
when winters begin in October
and linger into April
but, you know,
it’s always spring and autumn
that get short changed, truncated
by a late frost or an early nor’easter
so why did I stop thinking about the moon?
because there’s no hint of it
on this velvet night
the darkness feels permanent