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Waning Moon
Jan 27, 2022
Another early rise to meet the moon
It is dark out, not pitch though
I tread slowly not wanting to stir the others
My hot cup in hand
I open the blinds and stare up at the sky to greet her
Preparing to bathe under her light
Bright even though it’s been days since she was full
I soak in the moments of quiet
Knowing I have her to myself for mere moments
She comforts me in her soft glow
Cocooning me into stillness unlike at any other time
I close my eyes and breathe in her warmth
She reaches into my soul and lightly pats my heart
Letting me know all will be okay
Just then, I hear the creaking wood
Alerting me I’m no longer awake on my own
I open my eyes pleased to see
The momentary twilight will soon rise to the day
