On a narrow back road through the woods

I followed the moon home

 

Floating high in the sky

Wrapped in a gauzy web of clouds

 

Reflecting the sun that was

Setting in purples and salmons

 

In my rear view mirror —

The moon glister polished the branches

 

And skimmed over the pond

Taking a dip in the black water

 

Then up though the trees —

I followed the moon home

 

It lead me down east

To my little house

 

On my little street

She knows where I live

 

I see her now waiting

On the steps of my porch

 

Lighting my pathway

Guiding me home

 

 

©April 10, 2017, Diane E. Dockum