Crescent Moon

A Slip,

A sliver of moon

Lying low in the velvet sky

Between houses bathed in snow

Face turned up

Up into the starry firmament

Glowing softly gold

Rocking the shadows to sleep

Slowly

Slowly

Floating down

To meet the horizon

And setting, early,

Leaving the stars to shine.

 

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