* Throughout December, I am reposting some of the more ‘popular’ poems and articles that have appeared on my blog over the past year. *

New Moon

When, in times of transition,

a sign appears

of the moon to come

held fleetingly

in the arms of the old,

 

and when, in times of transit,

an image lingers

of the past moon

shiveringly pinned

on the horns of the new,

 

and when, in times of trance,

the shadow of the old moon

and the egg of the new

mix and dance shimmeringly

on a shared sliver of gold,

 

the moon

rises long before you can actually see it

and not long after it is made visible

by the advent of the night

is gone.