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.
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