The moon's the northwind's cookie

I remember this from a book of children's poems that my Aunt Linda Lee gave me for Christmas when I was about five. I still have it.

The Moon's the North Wind's cookie
He bites it, day by day
Until there's but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away.

The South Wind is the baker
He kneads clouds in his den,
And bakes a crisp new moon that ...
greedy.... North.... Wind ....eats....again!

"What the Little Girl Said"
Vachel (Nicholas) Lindsay, 1879-1931.

I took this photo after it was completely dark. Yesterday's back blip was taken while it was still light outside. I used a tri-pod with this one, but didn't have it with me yesterday.