Luna...Constantan!

I saw her...through a bank of fog,
Arise betwixt some trees southeast
Glowing like some molten cog
Within a vast mechanical beast,
In perpetuum vernal quest
To illuminate the early spring
And all the other seasons blest
By moonbeams in eternal fling
Whereby a bank of fog is lit,
In some extenuating dawn,
Like threshold neurons...in a twit,
Presaging some genius spawn
Breaking blue...and crystal clear...
Into diurnal atmosphere!