the moon
takes his
new from,
she will

^ is that a typo? From or form?

I love everything about this, especially the formatting.

I keep coming back to this poem, and am really liking your decision to write that she CHOSE her weather. That immediately got my interest. At first, I saw this as the sun, with "crescent" not necessarily meaning the moon, but the edge of the horizon perhaps. And there's a patience, but maybe a sadness too, in her departure. That she is still shining, still providing light, but we just can't see it on our side. That could speak on the rotations of life and the acceptance we need to have. This somewhat reminded me of your solar eclipse poem too, with the lines of "new form" possibly meaning a new moon, and she, the sun, is now blocked. I also pictured a spirit, soul, or some kind of presence that can't be traced. And she's sitting on this crescent moon, waiting. It kind of gave me "A Wrinkle in Time" vibes and a fantasy theme even in these short lines. Maybe she's resting while she travels to another universe, or is just exploring the solar system. Anyway, I love reading your latest and that you and some other awesome poets are diligently posting with these prompts. It's inspiring :)