Hanging high in the autumn's ebon sky,
A Harvest Moon is so majestic to this beholder's eye!
Rays gently caress God's good Earth far below.
Vast is the reach of its calming, mellow glow.
Each silent passing of that eternal orb stirs feelings of romance,
Sharing it with my love as it traverses the heavens' vast expanse!
Trees raising arms as if in homage, clad in brilliant robes of gold,
Mark the passing of the Harvest Moon as they have from old.
Orbiting Mother Earth as it has done since the dawn of creation.
Octogenarian tho' I am, it yet fills my being with inspiration!
None but He could sate this mere mortal's soul with such a view.
So soon, all too soon, I must bid the Harvest Moon a sad adieu.
(August 27, 2012)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 2 in Francine Roberts' "Autumn Acrostic" Contest - September 2012