Perspective

Fair night descends, unveils the Evenstar-
A Janus, paused upon the Western rim
He marks the lucent Luna from afar.
Her scar-crossed beauty catches even him.

She, pregnant, sallies from the Eastern port;
Though Dawn attends her not, the wind she drives
To break upon the shore of Lover's Court.
In stellyscript her light predicts men's lives.

Yet as she fills, her shadow-self evolves-
Gives roots for arrows, spells for hunting glens.
In crossroad drafts, a hangman's noose revolves,
Unlit except by Willies of the fens.

The ancients painted questions into scenes-
With one small step we measured out their means.

--Megan Morris, meikundayo@yahoo.com