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.
Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.
Carl Sandberg
We're blessed with an early Harvest Moon this year, so we hope you all will enjoy it tonight.
May you also enjoy the charming old song, compliments of SGTex.
Shawn & SGTex
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2 comments:
No Harvest moon here; it's been raining for two days. I got to see the almost Harvest moon on Thursday night after choir practice.
Bless you all.
so beautiful! it was mostly raining during the harvest moon where we live, ut the hunter's moon has been a total photographer's delight. this is a stunning photo. ~laura, astoria, oregon xoxoxoxoxo
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