comes the waning moon
   oh   i celebrated the waxing moon
but days ago
 
how to celebrate darkness
   knowing   to celebrate is only one way
 
 
the moon is away   clouds obscure
   so i ponder 
how to find joy in dark nights
 
knowing   joy is only one way to pass a night
   night comes early   and lasts long
 
 
how to find love beneath a blanket of clouds
   and impending winter
knowing   love finds a way   if there is love to find
 
and winter is what but another passing season
   celebrate   find joy   love  

in spite of all   for summer's warmth and light

   is as certain   as inevitable  

as this waning moon   this harbinger

of northern clime’s dimming

   as inevitable as writers turning inward