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I looked eastward, into the darkening dusk
And saw above me, in the big, dark sky..
A perfect sphere, adorned with a face
White and glowing as it rose so high.

The contrast between the dark blue sky
And the milky white of the harvest moon,
Caught me unaware, on this crisp, fall night..
Not expecting the darkness to fall so soon.

And there, so suddenly, hovering over us,
The eucalyptus trees all lined up, in a row..
Standing there, in awe, with me...
As the moon put on its evening show.

Rising slowly in a cloudless sky,
Meant for lovers to sit and share...
And watch, in awe as its majesty..
Blankets the earth with its gentle glare...

The harvest moon, in a crisp fall sky..
Leaves have fallen and winter's on its way,
Seasons changing once again...
And life is more barren with each new day.

Summer's gone, with its riot of colors..
Verdant green pastures give way to fall..
And soon winter's cold wind will blow,
Dead leaves buried, snow covers it all..

And above us all, on this special night..
Presiding majestically over the time of rest,
Hangs the beautiful harvest moon,
Making this time of year the best..

Cali

The October moon has always fascinated me too Cali. I guess because it comes so close to earth in that time of year that it becomes so huge and so bright to see. Your poem depicts this perfectly when you say: "Summer's gone with its riot of colors-And soon winter's cold will blow--Presiding majestically over the time of rest,
Hangs the beautiful harvest moon,
Making this time of year the best..

So lovely said. Thank you.

I awakened at 2a.m. and was delighted to look out and see what appeared to be the whole world bathed in moonlight. It had to be the harvest moon that your beautiful poem depicts so well. Thank you for sharing with us.

I love harvest moons. In fact, I love the moon all during the fall and winter months. It just seems to cast a spell.

Wonderful poem about a wonderful time of year.

Sherri

I'm in agreement with all on this, how magical!