I was looking for the moon,

Instead I caught the unexpected glisten of diamonds atop the car roof,

Sparkling in the light of the orb I could not see.

I knew she was there,

Great shadows cast across the land betrayed her silvery presence.

Too high, too far for me to view from my window,

Throat raw and raspy I returned to my bed.

When I awoke the shadows of the fiery sun cloaked my garden,

Where the last remaining patches of the first frost clung to grass stalks.

Downstairs I glanced out of the porch side window,

To finally catch the waning gibbous,

Tracing her sinking path.