Whispers of the Soul

Fall

Harvest Moon

Beneath the velvet sky, it rises slow and bright,
A golden orb of splendor, casting soft, serene light.
The harvest moon, it whispers, through fields of ripened grain,
Illuminating shadows, where dreams and hopes remain.

With luminous embrace, it hangs so high and bold,
A symbol of abundance, the stories it has told.
The bounty of the season, gathered with tender care,
The fruits of labor's love, the joy we all can share.

Corn stalks sway in reverence, beneath its watchful glow,
As pumpkins rest in silence, where gentle breezes blow.
The air is rich with fragrance, of earth and autumn's kiss,
A time for reflection, a moment filled with bliss.

The night is alive with magic, as crickets sing their tune,
While owls call to the darkness, beneath the harvest moon.
Each ray a gentle reminder of all that we hold dear,
Of family, friends, and memories that linger year to year.

As farmers gather 'round, their hearts full of delight,
They celebrate the cycle, the end of day and night.
With gratitude, they lift their eyes to the glowing sphere,
For every grain and fruit harvested through the year.

So let us bask together in this soft and tender light,
The harvest moon above us, a beacon in the night.
A time to pause and ponder, to honor all that's true,
In the glow of the harvest moon, I find my way to you.