We began on a full moon,
each craft choice bright, round, revealed.
We fought the darkness each day,
the muse shadowed by ourselves
alone. Then G-d's fingernail 
appeared just before the night
at its darkest. Day by day,
we know now, waxing, waning,
the circle is unbroken. 
Trust me -- unbroken, always.
Now, once again, the full moon
to light our path step by step.

A celebration of a full month of a poem a day in community.