The Waxing Moon

The moon waxes her passage
Shining through silhouetted branches
Set against the dark indigo sky
Radiant in her being
Although out of reach beyond the clouds
That skate in whispers
Like ghosts; ethereal in the midnight air
Yet still she nestles in partnership with Mother Earth
In synchrony with the universe
Suspended in space yet locked –
Locked in matrimony to this blue planet
In a bond extending into eternity

English: Waxing Crescent Moon Waxing crescent moon at dusk. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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