Last night I was washing dishes and looked outside and saw a beautiful full moon. Then I remembered it was the
Harvest Moon. I called the kids outside to look at it. It was beautiful. My daughter, who is learning about weather in her Enrichment class said the moon was so bright because of the angle between the moon and the sun.
I decided to honor the beautiful sight with the following poem.
Under the Harvest Moon
By Carl Sandburg
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.
The rest of the poem can be read
here.
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