It’s 5:30 am.
Mr. Moon is peering through my window.
Wearing his harvest glow like a luminous gem.
Pulling the clouds around himself like a soft collar.
Dipping beyond the tree’s top most branches.
Casting limbs and lingering leaves into dark silhouette.
It’s 6 am.
The tinny child at my side sleeps.
October’s chill shielded by our shared blanket.
Mr. Moon, don’t wake her again.
It’s 6:30 am.
The sky is deepest navy blue.
Mr. Moon, your framing glow is dipping low.
It’s almost time to say goodnight.
My day starts with a sleepy blur.
I can almost hear a murmured purr.
“Goodnight little Mother.”
How can I be upset?
Dressed in his best, yet lonely.
It’s 6:45 am.
Navy turns to dusky blue.
I have almost lost his golden view.
His exit bringing frosty fog that creeps and crawls.
It’s 7 am.
Sky now misty purple.
How I wish he’d come again.
©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef