40. February 9th
A waxing crescent in the sky I see,
A slither of silver waiting to be:
A semicircle of light in the blackness,
A first quarter moon dreaming of:
A prestigious gibbous in the sky,
A loud and beautiful king of the dark
Yet Gibbous still waits one day to be:
A full circle perfect, a power over earth,
The ultimate goal for gibbous and crescent,
Still falls back to nothing when all is done.
Back through the trap that nature has set.
A disappointing gibbous it becomes,
Careless, a coward hoping not for:
Darkness to come and make a crescent,
And then after that known from the start,
It disappears to nothing in the dark!