Harvest moon, you nod and wink at farmers working hard below to gather in what’s on the brink of being smothered by the snow. What insects we must look to you, who wisely rule the sky above; remind our hearts that earthly views are trumped by those whose rays are love.

Harvest moon, you nod and wink
at farmers working hard below
to gather in what’s on the brink
of being smothered by the snow.
What insects we must look to you,
who wisely rule the sky above;
remind our hearts that earthly views
are trumped by those whose rays are love.
What are your thoughts?