Moon Set

Brother sun sets
at day's end
with bursts of crimsons, reds, and pinks
calling attention to the western skies,
but not sister moon.

The moon she sets in the early morn
without need for the fanfare
of the sun’s multihued attendants.
She sets quietly, slowly
falling below the tree line
having reigned over the night
dignified
as the sun rises
with its me, me, me
narcissism.

Explaining once again
why the moon is
for lovers.