Man on the moon
As the sun goes down,
darkness deepens
and with it a chill
that drives me indoors.
Later, through a window
see the moon is full,
mesmerizing, the garden
now a lunar landscape.
Lured by that alien world
don overcoat, cap and gloves.
Step outside the back door,
spaceman leaving the capsule.
I love the image of a spaceman leaving the capsule as the poet leaves his backdoor.