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
tight wire walk a mile ,
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 sigh,

... dreaming of sleeping amidst
her fragrant petals
embracing a blossoming rose …

© 2013...Harlon Rivers