Harvest Moon
The skies are blessed
with a spectacular magical
Harvest Moon as it sits low
on the horizon
It's bright ambient orange
glow at its zenith shining
bigger and brighter
Chords of moonlight shimmer
as it stretches out to caress the
waters surface
Years ago its brilliant illumination
would announce summers end
while shedding light so farmers
could garner their crops
Still today leaves all
beguiled by its powerful mystic full
celestial beauty inspiring many to
attempt to do justice to
it's amazing seductiveness
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2019
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