A Twilight Friendship

A Villanelle and then a Haiku

This poem began with the last new moon. I’m finishing it now as she is full, but I always find new moons particularly special.

Friendships

Here is twilight; night comes soon,
and in the west the moon descends,
and they are friends: dusk and the moon.

Tonight she’s just a silver lune
Dropped through the dusk as daylight ends
And falls to twilight; night comes soon.

Beyond the lune dusk’s simple tune
Is sung by Venus, quavers, blends,
For they are friends, she and the moon.

Across the dusk they’ve set a rune
For all to read; its spell extends
the sacred twilight. Night comes soon.

I read that sign from June to June
across the dusk.  Does it perpend
that we are friends, I and the moon

And Venus?  Darkness follows noon,
But we three love the dusk, we friends
amid the twilight.  Night comes soon;
yes, we are friends, we and the moon. 

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This haiku is a sort of wondering about scale.

Pondering power,
three pale stars intersecting 
our electric lines

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