Moon Series - Day 16

Full Moon - 8:01 pm

the moon is full
and cloaked in shadow
the ever changing clouds protect her
as if she were a rare treasure
now I can focus on other things
like cargo trains on rumbling tracks
and distant babies
crying out against bed time
like you used to
always fighting with a heavy head
lids protesting
so eager to stay awake
what would you have thought of the moon back then?
seems silly to think of it
as a long time ago
when you are only at the early stage
the waxing crescent of childhood
while I am full
and perhaps beginning to wane

Moon Series - Days 14 & 15

Day 14 - Waxing Gibbous - 8:20 p.m.

I find myself looking for metaphor
in the perfect roundness
of the nearly full moon
it fills the sky
it is my center
crowding out all the inspiration
until everything is stunted
by the the haze of expectation
I placed on this night
but even the moon doesn't cast her own light
borrowing splendor from the sun
so how come I expect so much
from myself?

Day 15 Waxing Gibbous - 7:30 p.m.

Turns out you were worth the wait
as was the trek
around our overgrown, leaf strewn backyard
so we could see the whole moon
its edges reaching
end to end to end
I can't help but bring my own life
into the picture
and throw it up towards the sky
hoping it will reach the moon
and dissipate
because who can be more serene than she?
On this, the 15th day,
with the moon nearly full,
and nothing to look forward to
but days of ever-waning glory

Moon Series - Day 13

Waxing Gibbous - 7:14 p.m.

We're still waxing towards fullness
nothing more is going on
but I'm learning how to wait
counting the slow progress
of the moon's journey
each day
then just when I think I've seen it all
the moon surprises me
wrapped in thin clouds, like felting wool
the moon is a gift
telling me to hang on
the waiting's worth it
so I'll struggle to find new words
each night

Moon Series - Day 12

Waxing Gibbous - 7:36 p.m.

Does the moon absorb the frenetic energy
of our tiny lives?
Do we feed its serene glow
with the heavy weight
of endless to do lists?
as it floats above us
aloof and unattainable
I could learn a lot
on this, the 11th day,
but I don't want to stop,
don't have time to think,
as the moon waxes closer to fullness
the night is perfectly appropriate
perfectly clear
and getting older
even as the moon approaches the next phase

Moon Series - Day 11

Waxing Gibbous - 7:04 p.m.

This sighting seems effortless
I've nearly forgotten about the stars
their once bright trail
like gemstones in the night sky
now play a minor part
to the moon's starring role
how funny
the moon is the star now
the diva of the sky
drawing all eyes toward her bright face
nearly full
perhaps the moon is most beautiful
before it hits its peak
perhaps we all are
because no one wants to wane
even though we all know it's coming
but I'm looking too far ahead

Moon Series - Day 10

Waxing Gibbous - 7:10 p.m.

Her pale face revealed
As if it was there all along
less than half in shadow
silent and close
just above the trees
the night seems unpaused
the sky brighter than usual
brighter than I've noticed
on this, the 10th day
my expectancy lifted
by the aura of moon glow
which reaches further than I ever realized
her familiar presence is a comfort
holding the promise of future chilly nights
mugs of hot tea
flame-filled hearths
and crunching leaves beneath boot clad feet
on a crisp, clear waning moon-filled
Halloween night

Moon Series - Day 9

Waxing Gibbous - 8:52 p.m.

I'm so angry,
so tired of chasing the moon
sick of the weight of this heavy gray sky
each drop of rain
might be a little piece of darkness
drawing me farther and farther
away from serenity

Does the moon know I weep?
Even as she phases into the next quarter
I can barely lift my head up to squint
at fathoms of night sky
the rain is making its percussive presence
on the windows of my fishbowl
and , like that fish,
too big for its bowl,
I am always seeking, always moving
ultra sensitive to any change of light
waiting for a moment
that exists beyond this endless glass

Moon Series - Day 8

First Quarter - 7:40 p.m.

I can look out any window
and pretend to see the moon
but we both know the rain is far too thick
it obscures any pretense of visibility
so why pretend?
No need to sit on the porch
and peer into the muck
hoping that this mid October nor'easter
will ebb for just a minute or two
so we can measure the moon's width
on this, the eighth day.
Instead, I'm content to envision the moon
waiting high above the clouds
in a cold corner of space
where her brightness awes even the stars
in their myriad glitter
but not us, stuck here in terrestrial wetness,
beneath a ceiling of dark clouds
which rest upon a dark sky,
missing the moon once again

Moon Series - Day 7

Waxing Crescent - 6:00 p.m.

anyway, what happened with the moon
a long time ago, well who knows?
who senses the moon's great age?
but on this, the 7th day,
we find the waxing crescent
earlier than ever
a ghostly shadow in a powder blue sky
neck in neck with the sun
time may have stopped for a moment
like you did, right in your tracks
and, pointing, whispered in utter amazement
look, I found the moon!

Moon Series - Day 6

Waxing Crescent - 7:59 p.m.

We had to chase her down
when I saw a glimmer,
Just one bright slice
between the mountain's spine
and that crop of tall oaks
their branches obscuring
the full Cheshire spectacle
of her crescent grin

And I can't berate myself
for not thinking of this sooner
wending my way
on poorly lit country roads
the moon a beacon
smiling too widely
because we missed her slow emergence
her subtle reveal

but maybe it's better this way
more intoxicating
the fullness to come,
not such a long wait
so we'll drive out each night
to watch this silent dance
and wait for the finale

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