Half Moon, too soon nearly gone; and I alone face the darkness- enveloping, silent, accusing… Tick, Tock, world rocks on its axis awaiting the crescent bright, effervescent that marks the nights where Summer delights fade into long Autumn shadows. Half again as much as when it was only half. How swiftly doth the light recede. Like her face, my heart waxes and wanes twixt half and half not.  But on the full days we glow magnificent! Cheryl KP copyright 2016 Continue reading Half/Poetry/Photography