Saturday, October 18, 2014

The Harvest Moon ~ a poem

The Harvest Moon
The Harvest moon shines bright
Hung in a black canvas sky
Adorned with stars strewn about
A pleasing portrait to the eye
It beams over mountains and valleys
Shines upon orchards and fields
It beams upon rooftops of houses
And peeks through window seals
It casts it's light upon flowing streams
Wild rivers or a raging Ocean
 Upon seeming bottomless lakes
And shallow ponds with no motion
My favorite thing about the Harvest moon
It unveils the darkest night
When it paints everything neon-blue
For me it's a wondrous sight

-Sheri L. Swift