Increscent Moon
By Su Shafer
Starless, Starless Night
I gaze up, surprised to see
The moon looking down
Not at me, she is watching
Something far over the horizon,
Her face radiant with golden pleasure.
Maybe she is looking at tomorrow,
The baby day, still pink and new,
Gently urging it forward as it crawls along
dragging its giant blanket of light behind it.
Her smile is serene and comforts me,
Standing alone in the night,
The quiet space between today and tomorrow.
I feel oddly hopeful as I go back inside.
If the moon is beaming,
Tomorrow must be a better day.
Su Shafer is a creative writer and fledgling poet who lives in the Pacific Northwest, where flannel shirts are acceptable as formal wear and strong coffee is a way of life. There, in a small Baba Yaga house perched near the entrance to The Hidden Forest, odd characters are brewing with the morning cup, and a strange new world is beginning to take shape . . .
