New Moon
Impatient for daylight
she sits, quietly
Her cup of life, unsweetened,
is almost full
Mother wit and
even bought sense
are no consolation prize
Yet the aftertaste of a love
savored in the season ofher full moon
lingers, with the promise
to see her through
till morning...
It's Morning
...and though anticipated
with great trepidation
dawn sometimes comes abruptly
Not with the gentle ease she'd wished for,
prayed for...
Even as the unknown elements
of this brand new day quicken her heart's pace,
the hopes of what is now past,
still feel most safe and secure
and so distant
The stark light of this present moment,
pierces through the overcastoverruling all doubt
overriding all fear
As the sun presents
prominently at the edges of this magnificent sky
the shadows of her perplexity fade
for the time at hand is both demanding
and empowering
In the clearing just ahead
she spies a path heretofore unseen
and steps boldly
into her dawning
© 2005
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