Underneath the Autumn Moon
A flaming red moon rolls across the beautiful hills, gently bouncing like a vast balloon reminding us that the harvest is plenty and October will soon shine like a gold doubloon. The Harvest moon arrives, booming softly through the heavens, like the echo of a great bassoon.
The earth replies all night, with a drum,
It is time to give thanks for the things we have, whether its abundant crops or other blessings. It's a time of plenty, of gratitude, of sharing our abundance with those less fortunate.
Listen to the beat of the drum
Some of us set up our Altars to honor the seasons of our lives
some of us bake bread and share peace with one another every chance
we get.
Let us enjoy the Autumn moon together this year,
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