A cool waxen peel of light,
kissed gently upon the sky,
A greenish nymph calls from night,
and waits for the moon’s reply,
Earthshine gives her ghostly glow,
to the crescent moon’s remains;
night permits the sprite to show,
a bright dot of cottoned grain.
Play the night the bodies do,
each chasing the Milky Way,
joy and hope they do imbue,
armor for our coming day.
Venus goes fast through the night,
while asking the moon to stay;
She knows their place in our sight,
and winks as she fades away.
Things in the sky have a life,
and great guidance to bestow,
a flash reprieve from our strife,
’tis a better path they show.
Watch the night on special eves,
and see this for yourself,
beyond the boughs full of leaves,
moon slice awaits impish elf.