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.