Returning

The blustering wind announces The arrival of a new moon But we complain about the wind Because it messes up our hair Or blows the neighbors leaves around That winds up on our property. The new moon which we cannot see For the most part goes unnoticed. It is a time for returning- Not too far at the beginning. Yet is auspicious for success. When our knowledge is limited Most of us cannot understand “Returning to the beginning ” A subtle brightness Enters the void of darkness Beckons my return.