new moon crescent

That little moon is there, 
a barely opened eye,
like a child pretending to sleep
while watching me.

In the first waxing days,
I listen for the theme.
I want to hear the thesis of the month. 

this one so far is
"Tend to what needs tending,
and then continue with the plan."

Venus hangs above brightly,
a beauty, the first beauty, 
She is our first kiss. 

I am feeling determined, 
the grit given to those
locked into their fate
like an arrow flying from the bow.