I’m sorry but, the crescent’s my favorite.
Not the full nor the occasional bright fiery red.
Nor the yellow one with the soft border, the ring like an angel halo on a winter night.
Most of all, better than the apricot sunset, the cobalt stormy sky, cotton ball fluffy clouds or brilliant million star starlight…
I love the crescent moon,
the beginning of full
the hint of possible
the beginning again, better again.
The humble crescent, gradual and discreet.
Beginning beautifully towards full and then done.
Soon, I will shine.