Octogon moon

sweet night curving out the sky
Aromas of the trees bursting clouds silently
Cutting at the moon leaving it with eight sides
Shining moon in the sky, the cook in the kitchen

Daylights gone the sun has played
Our skin like ears to it's calling
now just the chirp of the night cicada
And the resting grass crickets greeting the moon

The edges of the moon emit light to earth
The wind has taken leave to discuss tomorrow with the sky
leaving us on this motionless earthen surface to delight in
the smell of the trees and fresh food from the kitchen

However the moon has edges
And they say eight
What mystery what confusion
On that celestial plate