Waxing Crescent Moon

Waxing Crescent Moon

There was a pause in the late night.

Coyote beckoned the moon's faint whispering beams

lamenting her light’s shine full and bright

Now waxing crescent afresh

winks with each passing cloud ,

as if to promise lightly
the shine of a new awaited dawn .

Rooster’s foreboding crow

echoes from the rolling vista ,

ricochets heard the awakening report ,

held breath does not stop a pounding heart

I watched the spider’s

walk a mile silken tight wire , 

cherry wood poster spanning cherry wood poster,

knowing it is possible to cross

an unknown distance between .

Silk thread drifts aneath the ceiling fan waft ...

floating, falling, tickling forgotten desires

feeling the whispers murmured ;

breathe out heavily

first touch sighs ,

... dreaming of sleeping amidst her fragrant petals

embracing a blossoming rose …

© 2013...poem by Harlon Rivers