Under the gentle light of the ninth full moon,
The Earth breathes softly, speaking in quiet tones.
In Panglao's sky, its silvery shine,
A second supermoon, a night of shadows.
Nearest to us, it brightens the shore,
As waves touch the sand, and stars plead.
The Harvest Moon, in autumn's embrace,
A story of skies in golden hues.
Above the Earth's gentle equinox line,
Where day and night meet in perfect balance,
The moon rises, a bright embrace,
Of seasons changing, time, and place.
Closer now, the world seems nearby,
A supermoon, both bright and clear,
Harvest's heart, with fields glowing,
A quiet promise—release, let flourish.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Under the Harvest Moon's glow, let go of what weighs you down and embrace the beauty of growth and change."
(A/N: @eiysiizwrites)
As the Harvest Moon lights the night sky, let it remind you to release what no longer serves you and embrace growth. Like the changing seasons, trust that new beginnings are on the horizon.
YOU ARE READING
Silent Whispers: Echoes of a Soul in Ink
PoetryThis is a quiet space where unspoken thoughts find a voice. Here, you'll find poems, reflections, and random musings, all written from the heart of an introvert who often keeps everything inside. In these verses and words, I share feelings that are...
