If the new moon is not visible before the fourth day, the air will be unsettled for the whole month

 Francis Bacon, "Historia Ventorum".

Another night, and thou among 

 The spheres of heaven shalt cease to shine 

All rayless in the glittering throng

 Whose lustre late was quenched in thine. 

Yet soon a new and tender light 

From out thy darkened orb shall beam, 

And broaden till it shines all night 

 On glistening dew and glimmering stream 

 From Bryant's "The Waning Moon.

A Summer of Super Moons

  How beautiful is night!
A dewy freshness fills the silent air;
  No mist obscures; nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain,
Breaks the serene of heaven:
  In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine
Rolls through the dark blue depths....  

 Robert Southey

“It was the first breath of the new moon, but the whole of it was visible, a perfect ball of violet and indigo cupped in a sickle of light, luminous among the stars.”

― Diana Gabaldon

Written in My Own Heart's Blood

The moon, the moon, so silver and cold, Her fickle temper has oft been told, Now shade--now bright and sunny-- But of all the lunar things that change, The one that shows most fickle and strange, And takes the most eccentric range, Is the moon--so called--of honey! 

~Thomas Hood

Gandhi

When I admire the wonder of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, 

my soul expands ......

~Mahatma Gandhi

Sonnet to the Moon

Sonnet to the Moon

Now every leaf, though colorless, burns bright

With disembodied and celestial light,

And drops without a movement or a sound

A pillar of darkness to the shifting ground.

The lucent, thin, and alcoholic flame

Runs in the stubble with a nervous aim,

But, when the eye pursues, will point with fire

Each single stubble-tip and strain no higher.

O triple goddess! Contemplate my plight!

Opacity, my fate! Change, my delight!

The yellow tom-cat, sunk in shifting fur,

Changes and dreams, a phosphorescent blur.

Sullen I wait, but still the vision shun.

Bodiless thoughts and thoughtless bodies run.

Yvor Winters