Pumpkin Moon
Pumpkin Moon
Full round pumpkin orange moon
Nestled in the hilltop trees
Am I imagining that enchanting tune
Drifting by on the predawn breeze?
Timelessness...the day not begun
Profound stillness is all that exists
In nature's mosaic all is beautifully one
I pray this ineffable moment persists.
But time must eventually commence
Unknown the vicissitudes it may bring
But henceforth I have this memory whence
In times of stress I can hear my heart sing.
Molly Moore
Copyright © Molly Moore | Year Posted 2021
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