ANOTHER NEW MOON
The new moon rose delicately in the west,
Fighting the grand glory of the sun at it’s best
As it sunk from a cloudless, bright blue sky
In blazing beauty, leaving multicolours on high.

Weakened, while still low on the lovely horizon.
She struggled to show her loveliness yet to come,
Seemed to watch the scene set in grace before her
As the sun silhouetted in darkness each stately fir.

As the sun’s brightness faded, the sliver of light
Begins to shine in the darkness, quite bright,
Then one by one the many stars come to lead her home
Thinking she, young, may loose her way as she does roam.

See her now climb the arc of the her star studied realm,
How clear her form is seen, her beauty does not overwhelm,
But delights the hearts of those who glance upward and see
Her sail in new birth, tomorrow a little bigger she will be.

M Ann Margetson November 18, 2001