Crescent Before Sunrise
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
A thin moon remains
above the eastern roofs,
late to leave
or early to be forgotten.
Morning has begun whitening
the chimney smoke.
One blackbird tests a note.
The crescent does not vanish at once.
It loosens into blue,
a silver parenthesis
closing around nothing
I know how to say.
50 words · 12 lines · Free Verse