The Quiet of the Crescent Moon

The Quiet of the Crescent Moon
Colors recede into the waters fall
Casting the depths into shadow
Singed fingers of sunlight
Echo across the last faint reflections
Settling into the corners of the day
Twilight fills in and pushes past the horizon
Until at last, the gleam of silvered corona
Is seen in the western sky
Floating in deepest celestial blue
The quiet of the slender crescent
As she holds the old moon in her arms

21 thoughts on “The Quiet of the Crescent Moon

  1. As I read your poem, my mouth formed the word ‘wow.’ It truly is beautifully crafted and evocative. The last two lines are absolutely inspired.

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