Harvest Moon

Baking, enduring, underneath-

Beneath the sun

Back when and where you are

You take this to be a good day

So you lighten the load

Still breaking a sweat

Singing a ditty in your head

Humming, hasting, underneath-

Beneath the sun

Speaking idly but speaking spirit

The breeze is dead

The grass is then dead

The flowers are nearly dead

But this is the sun after May Day

Drying, wishing, underneath-

Beneath the sun

The sweat prickles your bosom

Muscles ache

And you cannot ignore the task

Oh dear dew, let it flow

Right from the core that births all

Caring, humbling, underneath-

Beneath the sun

The solar feeds everything in need

Laborer, you want to rest

Yet the soiled loved ones come first

To need you and expect you

To let them have their fest

Sleeping, counting, underneath-

Beneath the sun

Months past into the harvest

You cannot wait to wake

For the crops to salute you

And when they do

Ready the tools for their shrouded dusk

Threshing, reaping, underneath-

Beneath the sun

It’s near the festival

Must gather

Must prepare for tradition

The straw will be plenty and used

The brooms shall be golden and new

Dancing, chanting, underneath-

Beneath the moon

Of the harvest

The festival makes you sway

And wave your golden broom

Others spiriting their own and sing

You then give thanks to the moon

Laughing, gracing, underneath-

Beneath the moon.