Harvest Moon Poem by John Evans

Harvest Moon



Harvest moon steals her silenced night,

Stars at midnight, dusk till dawn,

The night discovers her nocturnal path,

Releasing nature's spirit past.

Red Pine milieu towers

only in cascading form,

Unyielding arboreal, opaque hardwood, ten fold score,

Harvest moon and Love's delight,

Nature's best and spirit's flight.

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