Harvest Moon
Black silhouettes.
The witches danced under the harvest moon.
Incantations in a foreign tongue.
Exquisite equinoctial beauty.
Harvest moon.
Hanging full in the sky.
Blazing silver.
As if corona guards her.
Autumnal feel.
Nip in the air.
Firmament illuminated glorious.
Lighting up the night sky.
Light ricocheted from mother sun.
Harvest moon.
Huge image hanging in the heavens.
Perhaps a perfect photograph.
Image saved in minds' eye.
Thrown by blessings to the skies.
Suspended on autumnal kiss.
As if a ball of glowing air.
'Tis a beautiful bright night.
Celebration of last summer's end.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC
Harvest Moon
Black silhouettes.
The witches danced under the harvest moon.
Incantations in a foreign tongue.
Exquisite equinoctial beauty.
Harvest moon.
Hanging full in the sky.
Blazing silver.
As if corona guards her.
Autumnal feel.
Nip in the air.
Firmament illuminated glorious.
Lighting up the night sky.
Light ricocheted from mother sun.
Harvest moon.
Huge image hanging in the heavens.
Perhaps a perfect photograph.
Image saved in minds' eye.
Thrown by blessings to the skies.
Suspended on autumnal kiss.
As if a ball of glowing air.
'Tis a beautiful bright night.
Celebration of last summer's end.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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