Sam Kauffman Poet Free verse

Harvest Moons

Harvest Moons

Indian summer’s green corn moon
Sighs a shy farewell – adieu -
Days pit-a-pat through a slowly closing door.

Amber autumn quietly knocks
In harvest hunter barley moons -
Frost blows air kisses through the keyhole.

8-4-21
Contest: Bite Size Poem #16
Sponsor: Line Gauthier

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Krish Radhakrishna August 6, 2021 at 3:35 AM Sam, gorgeous poem! the last line is my favourite!! all the best in the contest!!

Regina Mcintosh August 5, 2021 at 5:14 PM Lovely write. I enjoyed this. God bless you with many more. Love, Gina

Malabika Ray Choudhury August 5, 2021 at 1:50 PM Sam, every time I read your fine poems, I am mesmerised by the beautiful images. “Frost blows air kisses through the keyhole” - enchanting line, My Friend. Love and hugs ~ Mala

Brian Sambourne August 5, 2021 at 12:08 PM So many fine images here to herald the change of seasons. Congratulations, Sam. All the best, Brian

Sotto Poet August 4, 2021 at 7:45 PM Great poem, Sam, profound and very well done. My very best hopes for a win. Sam Kauffman August 5, 2021 at 9:47 AM Thank you my friend! I have wanted to write something on monthly names of the full moons. Brian's contest was a great impetus to start! Blessings and best regards!