Beauty of the Harvest Moon

Each crater clearly seen

In a violet October sky

Its large shape so round

So close almost to touch

Pristine in beauty, mystic in it's glow

It carries a charm and magic of its own

I've never seen her so close

Gliding over the fields and pumpkin patches

Soon as old Sol sets, his blazing colors leave the sky

Stars sparkle in the horizon

Night weaves its spell

And the beauty can't be overlooked

The harvest moon shines on

Overlooking all, reminding us

Enchantment lives and exists

Only if we allow it to.

October 6, 2006