Sunrise reminds me of
the impermanence of nature
as do the cycles of the moon
This morning, a thin lunar sliver, a waning crescent
stands watch from above
as sunrise colors fill the horizon
With my attention on
the glory of the sunrise
I don’t notice the moon disappear
Did she rise above the frame of my window?
or is she covered in clouds?
Either way, I can no longer see
what I had been able to see before
Yet, she still remains
I chanced upon the setting moon this morning
one day past full
For a few moments she lingered
before she slipped into
a blanket of winter fog
See the post, Sunrise, Sunset as a companion piece.