This very evening I did spy
a lemon sliver in the sky:
the moon affixed above the trees,
above the stillness of the breeze.
There were no clouds to mar the sight,
there was a coolness to the night.
I knew at once what I must do:
I'd write these words to share with you
the wondrous vision which my eyes
beheld tonight in Autumn skies.
And now you see that it is true:
this is the poem I wrote for you.