Celestial conflation: orbit, season,
And color, and a thousand years by name,
Old English hærfest mona; such by reason
Of soft-illumined dusk when autumn came,
For gathering what otherwise were lost,
Once left behind to perish under frost.
Tonight I looked it up, so I could know
Who else had seen it, centuries before,
One night on foot, perhaps a cart in tow,
Just coming home from closing up the store.
Things might have gone his way that afternoon,
And though the summer's end had come too soon,
He might have loved the beauty of this moon.
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Bless us this night with your beautiful light.
Rated with hugs and happy weekend
Who else had seen it, centuries before,"
I got caught on this line, I heard it melodically in my head. Gorgeous. R
But i love the thought
Who else had seen it, centuries before especially having just bene in my great grandparents village, I thought this many times there.
rated with love.
Kate, what is the name of the moon down under right now? Honestly, I only know about the Harvest Moon because of the song.
anna1, and that's precisely what happened - there it was, between a pitched roof, a telephone wire, and an oak tree. And with the color and its fullness, it made them all fade away.
Betamale, me too. I was on my way to my kids' elementary school, and there it was, along the way. Thanks for coming by.
Joan, yes! Precisely! And everyone else on the other side of the world right now! (Like Kate!)
Linnnn, I don't know about that second part. I'm keeping my beard till January - not ready for anything yet.
kateasley, thank you.
FusunA, thank you so much. No promises, but I'll keep an eye out for the crescent now.
tg within, thank you.
Poppi, I loved your sheep post. If I had money to travel, I'd come to see the moon on snow where you are - never seen the northern lights.
Linda, I'm so sorry you missed it! But I'll take that happy weekend -- I'll pay it back when I can.
rita, I loved your moon poem as well. You got the aching part better than I did. Very, very lovely.
cheap, and it's free!
Sheila, I am thrilled that the lines did that to you. It is my fondest hope, every time I start a poem.
tril, centuries before and on the other side of the world. It really is almost too much to take in, isn't it.
Romantic, I hope you finally got the moon. Looks like it was pretty spotty for everyone last night.
Thank you all, for such a warm response to this poem.
It's Spring here but we don't call it Spring Moon. We simply have New Moon, First Quarter, Full Moon and Last Quarter .... We're quite boring I'm afraid!!!