I think that I have fallen in love with the moon.
She called to me tonight,
beckoning me with Her cloak of clouds.
Yet when I drew near, She slipped
ever further away.

Did you know that the moon is mottled?
Her full Face is freckled with craters and spots.

Standing in the snow, shadows cast by Her brightness,
I watched Her move across the sky.

When I first arrived, Her Face was full,
beautiful and open.

Yet as I watched, She became
half.
crescent.
gone.

Hidden behind an upthrust of earth so strong
that it covered Her brightness
until only Her halo remained, reflected by the clouds above
and the snow below.

I wonder, when will I see Her again?

 About this poem

This poem was first published on my creative website in 2017. I wrote it while I was living and working at Bears Lodge (Devils Tower National Monument), a dark skies park.