When we think

Of the moon

It is likely to be

In its radiant fullness

Which can provide

So much light

On a clear evening.

Today

The moon

Revealed

A shy sliver

As it rose

Against the early morning sky

The sliver

Was orange

Reflecting

The not-yet-risen sun

Such a sliver

Speaks to me

The most.

Ethereal

Achingly beautiful.

 

Moments pass

I want to experience

that beauty

again

but

somehow

in a clear sky

the moon is invisible

Shy?

Just waiting

The right moment

To next reveal

Another side

Of your glory