Tonight at work I was inspired and a poem started to form in my head. I quickly jotted it down during my dinner break, and worked on it every spare moment I got. I hope you all enjoy.
Phases Of The Moon: A Poem by Kat Johnson
New Moon, Sweet Maiden
How swiftly you grow bold,
Grown Full with child
Blessed Mother we behold,
Now Waning softly
Fading as the Crone of olde,
Making way for the Maiden
Silver cycle worthy of gold.
