Arielle Leclerc – Contributor
The New Moon crescents in the sky
And suddenly
The air starts to smell of new possibilities
A hint of autumn leaves
A dash of whimsy
The old and the new mix together on school grounds
And festivities are at their highest.
The soil is running cold, and the light is slipping out of our hands
But a fresh start awaits
And by the time the Full Moon forms
May we inevitably meet again.
Graphic courtesy of Payton Langevin
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