New Beginnings (Waxing Moon) Poem by Mervyn Graham

It's like an old lady, tired, frail and worn,
Who totters out, shrouded in a diaphanous veil,
From her chamber, guided by the erratic
The feeble meanderings of her waning mind,
Wisps of clouds whisper by, like dancing ribbons

The moon ascends in the dark sky's of the East,
A white and near formless mass.
Its ghostly light cast shadows long,
Cloaking the earth in it's silvery shroud,
It murmurs secrets to the silent night,

As stars blinked down from a velvet cloud.
The world lies hushed beneath her pale glow,
Breathing in sync with her gentle, distant sigh,
As time seems to pause, all caught in her thrall,
Embraced by the quiet lullaby of the sky.

The waxing crescent moon emerges anew,
In the days after darkness, it starts its climb,
A signal of fresh beginnings in view,
To plant aspirations in this brief time,
As the moon moves into the light, they grow true.

This phase invites change and personal rise,
A moment for plans and projects to start,
With the crescent widening in the skies,
Reflecting our well-being, wealth, and heart,
Blossoming purpose where our vision lies.

Vitality fills us, imagination ignites,
The crescent moon's energy guides our way,
To complete goals and seize new insights,
Manifest desires, take action today,
Growth and transformation in moonlit nights.

Mervyn Graham (cc May 2024)