Full moon
super
harvest
deserves
words
singing praises
round full
howls to celebrate
shining beauty
reflecting sun
golden
perfection
deserves a poem
but so too
does the crescent moon
nascent new
a pearly sliver
delicate fragile fleeting
speaks to new beginnings
to whispered wishes and hopes
but let’s not forget
the waning and waxing gibbous
the stages in between
the shape uneven
rising at odd times
unseen until discovery
there in the middle of the day
or the darkest phase of night
each one still reflecting the sun
shining light on something different
the process
of gaining size
each night
growth messy
or losing
grief lets go
in misshapen tears
raggedy sobs
the space in between new and full
celebrate the transition with me
every crevice, turn, angle
beauty in the awkward
and unexpected
each place
each day
each night
of the moon
deserves a poem.