Four Planes and the Moon

On our walk this afternoon,
in the growing colder with the setting sun
blue of a fall sky,
we spotted four planes
and a fingernail of a moon.

The laundry wasn't put away and crumbs from a snack hurried by the desire to go outside lingered on the table. Abigail had to wear non-snuggly pajamas to bed and a visit to the farm tomorrow promises the messes will reside a little longer.

But for four planes and a moon
spotted from a small town path
by two little ones and their mother
the messes lie in wait.