Wandering and Waxing Moon (Sonnet)

Wandering and waxing moon, airy mind
and visions, rainy sky, dreams unfolding.
Frozen in the in-between, the green-vined
leaves await the time for falling, golding,
turning autumn, in the meantime, holding
on, they hang in mottled drear, not quite dead
but not still here; future hints beholding
a watercolor wash of yellow, red.

I often wonder why the world's unkind
as the headlines evil deeds upholding;
paying attention carries sense of dread.
Like vines, your future is with mine entwined,
and moving through the thresholds takes bolding
action to make this moment's watershed.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

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