predawn walk
the waning crescent
enough
to go on
Cynthia
Anderson
last night's moon
lingers in the sky ...
a whiff
of your presence
as I sip my morning coffee
Vani
Sathyanarayan
moonless night -
the silent flight of a moth
catching up to light
Benedetta Cardone
the moon
has tumbled into the pond . . .
toads trill
on the threshold
of stars
Jenny Ward Angyal