Harvest Moon

I really needed this
I thought
sitting on the icy metal walls
of my truck bed

A starless night
without breeze
and clouds loitering in the valley

It's that time of year again
I'm lonely and cold
the cold I can stand though

Three months to the finish line
will I make a sprint for it
or roll into another New Year's
dreary eve?

It's so quiet and I feel like
I own the whole valley
and everything around me
nothing less
and nothing too

I shook hands with a flower
the other night
her petal extended and I looked her right in the eyes
Her name lost in a meadow of others
But it's her image I can't shake

I kept thinking
she's so pretty, she's so pretty
and she was

So much so I forgot myself

I'll never see her again
Just another memory
I wanted to scribble down while the inspiration was still warm