The crescent moon hung 
like October in a June sky
a sharp pair of points
hanging off the dying of the day
the moon hung there, 
a promise

A sharp edge to cut the sky
crescent lunar perfection
promises passed 
as the veil whispered its fall
one knowing wink from the purple sky

Crescent moon after sunset 
the bone white revelation
a thumbprint of divinity
it was an accent piece

Sunset in the holler, 
as night fell, moon rise
hanging off the rich darkening of the dying day
the thin skim of a crescent shape
the moon hung October-like