I always want to read these as seven parts of a whole, and I think it is interesting that they could be read as the observations of someone on their way to work one morning. Some things don't work, such as the day being cool and overcast in 6, which would prevent the worker from seeing the waxing moon. But, 3 has a touch more meaning and depth if it is seen as a continuation of the narrative that opens in 1. As a completely standalone poem, I like the juxtaposition of presumed squalor and beauty in 3. In two the double meaning of 'halfway to full', referring to either the moon or her belly or both works well. And 6 spurs a reflection: is it the observer or the egret that is 'in solitude'? And, if they are in each other's presence, are they really in solitude?