sliver of a moon
only a sliver of a moon
hangs above the horizon…
a thin white arc
against the dark night sky…
every night i watch it rise
and every night it widens…
illuminated by the cast off
light of the sun…
a waxing crescent
grows with the passing days…
blossoming into
a wondrous nocturnal flower…
there for us to see
in all its celestial glory…
yet time ticks by
and the waning begins…
and like the ocean tide
that washes over the sand…
our nighttime treasure
slowly ebbs away…
Sylvia L. Mattingly
Completed January 27, 2021
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Crooked Creek by Sue Mattingly 