Cycle

Cycle

The moon has faded to nothing

and it's that time in summer when

light is fading too.

Days are shorter and nights are colder

And my skin isn't as sun-kissed as I'd hoped

and my body isn't as slender as I'd thought

And I'm counting how many months

Until warmth returns again.

I find myself hoping that the 9 months prior will fly by,

And they undoubtably will.

And that the three months after will go by slower

But they undoubtably won't.

I found three gray hairs this month,

I wonder how many more I will have when the leaves

Are again green.

In a year my little boy will be 6 instead of 5

And more of his baby teeth that

erupted out of his sweet gummy mouth,

Just the other day it seems to me,

Will be replaced by adult teeth.

Which will remain in his mouth,

with every new moon and full moon he will see

Cycle through the same sky.