Tonight it's a full ball of yarn
sewing up a patchwork of stars
Tomorrow, it'll be a biting fruit
three-quarters full of a silver apple
Next week an amphitheater
a sturdy stage of a half convex kiss
then finally... a galleons keel
slender scythe of holy white night
Afterwards, a keyhole in space
pushing a blanket on its sleeping face
Next month it will wake up again
and become, a full ball of yarn
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Nature! Moon! ! With the muse of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.