Phases

Phases

I
Night’s globe shines golden,
glowing cheery masquerade—
“It’s sun, Mommy! Sun!”

II
Little hand, holding
mine, let's go—“Mommy, look! Up
there! The moon’s folded.”

III
Starlight blanket wraps
children chasing fireflies—
moon blinks new silver.

IV
Hilltop children race
beneath promise of more snow—
misty moon halo

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