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.