enjoying Mays Harvest Moon

oh, perfect harvest moon, my surprisingly wonderful friend what are you doing, hanging around the sky in May? we need you in October, so I sketch you rapidly afraid you will disappear before I get your lines down right the cherry blossom trees appear magically orange tonight, there is a witch hazel ambiance in the wind I feel like chanting, drumming, stomping and twirling and so I do, enjoying May’s odd harvest moon.