September reflection
Golden night.
High fields of food and
seed
aglow for harvest.
Aching for thrill and
release,
late summer
serenades
romance
wraiths, spirits of
Pan,
amorous nymphs a’hum in ripe
foliage.
Crickets,
nightwings,
mingled weeping and merry
cries
slowly reveal
stragglers on night
shores,
legends told in voices,
echoes
migrations.
Harvesting
Moonlight
Today the dark approaches,
loosens veils of entropy.
Pixel colors whisper, hum of
trails diminishing.
Lumbering, tales sweaty from
slumber sweep
crumbling crusts, twigs and
dust,
unencumber
twinkling.
Luscious Moon, brilliant,
rises
like a sacred flower unbinds,
radiant,
smiling indulgence.
Celestial song, deep-breath
effulgence,
wise spirit. All we who hear it
open our wings.
This night we fly over poignant
fields of work requited,
imbibe euphorious mystery of
peace. Sweet day’s release,
rewards of harvest, ritual feast
of play.
Uproarious dance with moonlight;
voice, arms, lift
in embrace so strong,
complete.
crafty synaptic
flow
dreamcatching from all hallowed
and harrowed
tasting subtle essence in the
bitter grain
of sanctified harvest
sacrifice
Celebrate
exultant vibration.
It is time to reap ecstatic
harvest
of moonbeams dancing to
dawn.
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