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-- Fist Quarter, November 2003 -- |
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by Jill Goldin A new moon is birthing, in front of the Sun Behind it is glowing, a face golden-spun But we see only darkness in the shadowy air Almost as though the moon was not there Continuing its orbit, the moon reaches a place Where more of its illuminated half is revealed deep in space It is the waxing crescent, a sliver of lights That has been dipped in the endless expanses of night The first quarter moon occurs after only a week Since the new moon caused us in darkness to seek At this position, we see half silver and half black It is easy to recognize and easy to track Again four days later, the moon appears swollen And much of the darkness, it seems, has been stolen For the waxing gibbous fills more of the sky With silvery splendor--a generous supply When the moon stands opposite the Sun in its path It's in for a treat--a luminescent bath Yes, from Earth our moon appears perfectly round For many, the full moon is a time very profound When the full moon reaches, after two weeks on its route The light ceases to grow, now a different pursuit For these gibbous, last quarter, and crescent phases The brightness starts waning, answering only easter praises As you may now notice, it is not the Earth's shadow That determines how much of the moon is aglow But rather different angles as seen on its course That allow us to see portions lit up by the Source So rest well, regardless of which phase it's in And pull those warm covers right up to your chin Because no matter how large it appears to your eyes Our dear moon will always remain the same size | ||
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