Autumn's Advent
The days of dying summer heat give way to Autumn’s chill.
The crispness in the air is sweet; the moon too full, must spill.
The refulgent Harvest moon marks shorter days, longer nights
Ending the growing season before harsh, hard winter bites.
Taken from ‘A Time of Harvest’
9/26/2020
Rithimus Divisa 7 Poetry Contest
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