(8 quatrains)
1. new moon
irregular
ticking of the first raindrops
rattles
ironwood leaves, last autumn's echoes;
in
streetlights the plum blossoms change to fresh snow:
hard
to say if that blank sky’s empty or full
2. waxing crescent
petals
drop from those two star magnolias
standing
against sunset light & the airplanes
emerging
from it; a few blossoms nod in
this
breeze subtle as the silver lunar curve
3. half moon
where
the street curves north the serviceberries bloom
white
five-pointed stars & tree lilacs quiver
in
the breeze & the flurry of mason bees:
half
moon dozes silver past the maple’s hands
4. waxing gibbous
white
daffodils show their faces through chain link
diamonds;
a woman passes, transparent
umbrella
warding off the streetlight drizzle:
pear
tree blossoms reflect this flowering moon
5. full moon
blinds
opened, each slat shifts from light to shadow
angling
away from the floor lamp: black roof draws
its
edge between security lights below
&
that moon shifting between the slats of clouds
6. waning gibbous
that
scrub jay flying west turns black against clouds;
one
crow walks across a white picnic table;
pattern
of wires across an unsettled sky
where
a shrinking moon sinks into blue morning
7. last quarter
cherry
petals in this west wind: falling
stars,
the pavement a galaxy of what was—
raindrops
turn visible striking the sidewalk:
half
moon sinks in the folds of white cloud blossoms
8. waning crescent
low
clouds follow the curve of weeping birch boughs
pointing
toward a white sun where overcast
accumulates
again above one crow’s flight:
last
crescent in search of one last blue island
Jack Hayes
© 2017
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