The Waning Moon
The winter moon of early March
In the early morning when I walk
Is waning in the western sky.
Another month and I have failed to catch it
On my camera’s sensor, and
Now its half face is full of reproach.
Just wait, you waning moon.
Tomorrow morning before my walk
I may yet seize your thinning face,
Or I may bank my resolve, and
Catch you next month
When you will practice your Easter rising.
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