Waning Gibbous

The Moon rises red tonight,
her face bathed in ruby glow so deep
she leaves me tasting cherries.

Her swollen face transcends twilight
and ignites a sanguine sword 
that shimmers on the bay.

Higher in the sky -- orange, untwinkling,
the cold sands of Mars drift
further and further from our world.

But the Moon...
The Moon...
She's so red tonight.

Scott Speck
09/10/2003