The moon is in its first quarter. <br />It grows as it crosses the sky <br />Travels among the background of stars <br />Shines like hard diamonds. <br /> <br />The air is crisp, <br />Clear after the Norther <br />The wind gentle now. <br />Everything is sharp <br />In defined relief. <br /> <br />You move closer, <br />A sudden chill <br />Brings you to my arms <br />I snap you up <br />And wrap you <br />In happy embrace <br />And whisper how I love <br />The Fall.<br /><br />Charles Darnell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quarter-moon-waxing/
