Changing Seasons And The Moon Poem by moon batchelder

the scent of rain upon the dust;
a bit of respite promised us
as reluctant, summer wanes
(tho soon it must
defer

to autumn's own essential thrust
of weather more preposterous
but share a season now, tho fein
each of the two
prefer

to reign alone.) - the world entrusts
the moon to measure time and thus
she, ever present through the year
as seasons change
and turn

sees all of life from birth to dust
tho through her monthly courses must
herself to crescent from a sphere
her countenance arrange
while burning
there amidst the stars