Harvest Moon

Through the trees below
  the moonlight rises in its glows
  hidden ghosts, hidding shadows.
Eerie cries in the quiet night place
  call creatures to gather warm and safe
  in their self chosen individual space.
Still and quiet nothing moves
  the late night, early morning hues
  flow in monochrome discolored grays and faded  blues.
The harvest moon above them all
  signals change and storm residing in the breezy squalls
  bringing on the end of summer's final call.
In the distance falls then rise the cooling sun
  and in its birth and death  the recurring hum
  the time of autumn harvest comes.
Full moon glows bright orange and huge
  the seasonal marking time of refuge
  with all but winter's threatened clues.

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