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.