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It’s Harvest Time (through the eyes of the full moon) …

The harvest moon will rise to see, fields golden - stacked with hay
She’ll gaze upon the orchard rows, red-ripe for market day,
She’ll cast bright light on trees ablaze, now shedding Summer’s heat
And standing guard the pumpkin patch the scarecrows eyes she’ll greet.

O’er peaks she’ll rise then wander on, though smaller, still as bright,
She’ll gaze upon the crowns of trees while shining owls in flight,
See gobblers swarm the woodland’s edge for acorns in their prime
And sharing space, see deer and fawn, now safe from hunter’s crime.

She’ll watch the steam rise o’er the lake and seek what gardens grow,
As midnight dew lays down light frost on all that stands exposed.
In valley low, the sleepy town is bathed in her moonlight
The courthouse dome now glistens gold and steeple bells shine bright.

Before the dawn she’s sure to prod the farmer from his dreams,
To reap the crop or silo corn, the work of Autumn scenes.
Then reverently she’ll shine her last as morning warms night’s chill,
A glowing ball of vivid orange she’ll set beyond the hill ...

Author notes

Happy Days to all who live in those special areas of the country that experience the glory of Autumn ... I remember those day from my time spent in Pennsylvania and Wisconsin. North Florida doesn't get quite the same scene!

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  • poets whisper silver member
    November 2

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    nor does the high desert of the Antelope Valley thanks for entering.


  • leo2
    October 25

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    The picture you paint is fit for a post card and I marvel at how easily the melodic verses flow from your pen. Here in Texas, summer is a little more reluctant to release its grip on what I feel is the best season of all... Autumn.

    Sincerely,
    Leo Long


  • Aesthete2000 gold member
    October 18

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    Ah, Floridian, your memory and imagination
    come into play beautifully, as you see
    with the eyes of the Harvest Moon!!!
    Such images you portray, vibrant
    and realistic.

    Strange, strange weather this year,
    as my Autumn arrangement on the porch
    has had to be snuggled under covers
    all week. Hoping for sun tomorrow
    and temps higher than 39!!!

    A very fine piece, joy!

    M-C


  • pixiestix gold member
    October 17

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    What a scenic "moonseye" view, Joy.

    Here in my section of Jersey the foliage is just starting to "cook" and the orchards nearby I so loved growing up are no longer, falling victim to housing developments and strip malls which is a crime.

    Each verse rolls beautifully in the many images and colors of Autumn. Best of luck in the contest.