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O, waning crescent Where are you heading? The morning is clear, crisp Dawn is breaking You appear to be leaving Won’t you stay to welcome the day? In your fullness rising Large Golden Warm Romantic You welcome our evenings Your presence is everywhere A sharp beam on a glassy lake Silvery lamé on a wind-tossed sea Hanging over a southbound river like a lantern Climbing over a stadium wall during a game Shining on an airplane’s wing In your fullness Your stay around all night Making tree shadow patterns on the snow Casting twig-laced squares on the bedroom floor Flirting from behind the pines As morning draws near You startled me one night In a canyon … in Utah I was asleep Under the stars You suddenly peeked over the towering, sheer, red wall Your desert brightness unrestrained. Remember? But, for now, you are leaving Each month you give us A warm evening greeting A chilly morning farewell We know all about lunar cycles But our ancient feelings prevail© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
In a dim light... 