Up before wrensong,
the crescent moon and I whisper
so as not to wake the day.
She in her nightgown and I in mine,
we sit on the porch
in the cool air of early dawn.
And she listens.
I tell her of my fears-
numbering my inadequacies,
trembling in my regret,
tears flow freely
as the early morning dew.
With her sweet comforting smile,
she tells of her birth –
new moon to slim crescent,
waxing to full, rounded glory
to only wane past gibbous
into the palest slip of light
to be welcomed into the dark womb
of restful night.
Waxing and waning,
we each sigh
as the dawning sun
and the wren greet the day.
thecourseofourseasons 
This is sublime!!
Thank you Jyoti – so happy you liked it.
Just when I think there is nothing new to write about the sun or the moon, I read something profound.
This is great Kathleen!
One of the best pieces of writing I’ve read in a very long time. The story of a life, encapsulated.
Kim – thank you so much – that means a great deal – thanks
leave it to you to provide the perfect poem for me to read upon my re-entry into blogging 🙂 simply adore every line of this one, Kathleen
good to see you, my friend – thanks!
A very lovely metaphor, thanks. k.
the moon is one of my best friends – love this one K ;`)
thank you, my friend – so appreciate you and your kindness
I like the imagery of having that conversation with the moon ~ Waxing and waning, we all go through our seasons of life ~ Enjoyed this one Kathleen ~
Always love the twilight. Hot tea or coffee in hand, or breakfast meal from McDonald’s with the cold air of the morning, it all feels heavenly. thanks for the wonderful poem!!!
So happy you enjoyed it! K
Wonderful poetry… well written/expressed.
Thank you so very much – K
A wonderful poem. I like the moon telling you stories.
smiles…what comfort to slip into that dark womb, becoming small…
i like the link you make between us and the moon as well…
i love to look at her…and the new day can become
such a relief…
a tete-a-tete with the moon: what could be sweeter.
This is so touching.. how the moon is the best of friend is a thought I met so many times, but you do it so well.. and I especially like that smile.. yes this is just beautiful Kathleen.
“With her sweet comforting smile”..and the image confirms this…love the beautiful flow…
thank you so much K
Oh! What a moment of mutual confession, which turns out to be affirmation of all of our waxing and waning, ebbing and flowing. Gorgeous writing.
This poem reminds me of a lifetime ago when I was young and worked the night shift, we would work like crazy and finish our work at about 3:30 AM and go up to the top floor of the building, climb up through a little stair to the roof of the datacenter and sit, each lunch and watch the empty city and all its lights.
It has been so hot the past week, the only nice time of day to sit on the porch is before daybreak – the cooler air rises up from the lake and we have our coffee with the morning star and wait for the first birdsong – smiles – K
I really like this. I am sure many have such conversations with the moon, as she is such a good listener. I like that you each sigh when the sun dawns, but I am sure the depthful conversation will continue another day.
I enjoyed the mood of intimacy you created between you and the moon. The moon does have a quality that encourages confidence.
wren song…….numbering my inadequences – splendid
thank you so much – hard to beat ‘splendid’ ! smiles – K
So beautiful . . . the wrens always make the day better.