See the New Moon’s darkened skies its inclined crescent hold,
Leant forward in the pale sunset, as custom was of old.
To pour away the last month's cares and all in life untrue.
And cleanse our minds and right our deeds and start the days anew.
But in amongst Spring’s pale green leaves Crab Apple’s blossom show.
So give a care for what we lose and what we must let go.
As in our mind resentments surge that don’t deserve their weight.
Do not confuse what we needs lose with fancies we create.