Crescent Moon
Your cookie-cuttered crescent
white shining slender moon
hung solitary
in the crisp Autumn dark
Until a cloud dressed in fog
pulled the shade
obscuring you
to but a silhouette.
Yet, as be the way with things,
your cloud shall drift away
to free your lighting
of our shade.
To be sure such not
to be for me...
My cloud's caught
on a broken
edge
of my heart
And she struggles,
struggles
to be free.
Copyright © Sarah Ann Jullion | Year Posted 2023
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