Moon Time

The moon always rises later than it did the night before
Until the evening ceiling becomes tomorrow mornings’ floor
While She continues waning growing smaller every day
When She appears to be half gone She stops rising yesterday
And She will become more difficult to see Her with our eye
Until She becomes a shy sliver in the Western sky
For She has finally risen with Her brother the Sun
So they can spend some time all day, though we won’t see their fun
As the days pass on by and when She becomes full of Light
The Sun politely leaves the sky so She can honor the night

Suzanne