Poem: Waxing



The moon grows in the sky

Arcing higher

Circling up

Until it rounds out its orb

Before descending

Spinning lower

To round out the month

The lady moon



For three nights

Before its sliver

Silver crescent


–Cynthia Haggard writes short stories, novels and poetry.  During the day, she is a medical writer and owns her own business.  For more on her creative writing, go to spunstories.  For more about her medical writing services, go to clarifyingconcepts.  (c) 2009. All rights reserved.

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