The Harvest Moon (A L'Arora)

What more could change? Winner of the "Nature Poems Contest".

The foliage showcases its innermost grace,

Leaves grow heavy and golden in autumn's chill

Complimented by hints of fuchsia and ginger,

Others rebel with maroon and scarlet

Furious at summer's abandon

Yet hopeful at its reprieve

 

A gentle breeze whisks away responsibility

As every tree releases a dream catcher from their eave

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Bereft of sustenance falls the apricot leaf

Waltzing with the fickle flurry

Deposed from its throne by a powerful coup d’état,

The grey owl watches wide-eyed in the moonbeams

As die the faint memories of a once glorious kingdom

Eyes glazed yellow and old, withdrawn from the years

 

The diaphanous white  fog thickens to a dusty grey

As ever-sullen wing wipes away ghost tears

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Frosts Luna the Earth with her reproachful admonition

Her crystalline gaze mixed with broken glass

As nocturnals carelessly tread over fragments of being

Released electrifying energy and spicing the woolly air,

Cornstalks grow eerie and bent, hollow husks

Stringent scarecrows grow lax and dismember

 

The abstracted vessels deliquesce

As the sun rises, the most humbling of embers

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Day warming the gelid ambience to lukewarm

The final flowers bloom, most beautiful of all

Making way for their nourishing infants

To develop and flourish, rendering their creators obsolete

Set those sunrise loves, fleeting into the night

As they leave lives of the picayune

 

Rises the ravenous blood moon,

The harvest moon

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Swetha]

wow...a poem that's deep in meaning but not too complicated. i love some of your descriptions like "ghost tears" "woolly air". they give a nice ring to the poem.

[Aaron Parker]

Thank you so much! :D That's exactly what I was going for! EEP!