I woke up this morning thinking about night skies. How they spread out before us and give us a sense of wonder. Now that brings a large hmmm to my mind. I am not one of those people who go out and spend a lot of time out in the open looking, and perhaps studying, the night sky. But maybe I will start. Like the old fellow said, “It’s never too late.” And his wife said, “Better late than never.”
blue moons, harvest moons,
full moons and moon pies,
a moon for every season
Uncle Bardie's Stories & Such 
I had to look up ‘moon pie’. It seems to have a lot in common with a ‘wagon wheel’. I like your poem, too. 🙂 (I, also, am not a night-sky watcher. I do watch daytime skies, though.)