The moon phase begins its round

of growing, perhaps a budding moon—

eggs hatching with creativity.  Earthbound,

 

we don’t begin knowing these changes—

we grow with the hare moon or milk moon,

new urges manifesting. Then estrangement

 

comes, still there is fruition—take May

for instance, when moon’s ripe for laying,

then over it goes in September, delayed

 

dormant sprouts, asleep, no budding forth,

energy maneuvering underground. Then seed

planting arrives again, stirred by warmth.