From The Golden Crone, 9/27/21, Photo by Melanie Hunt Streeter
We all know the full moon. She’s a great excuse.
New moon is a favorite among gardeners and stargazers, with its absence and potential. These notorious pinnacles last a few hours and get all the lunar press.
I revel in the waning gibbous, the glory of the mundane moon.
I mark the plodding shadow against my gold inked intentions until the quarters when I forget my goals and marvel at the mirror.