Harvest Moon

Weeping wisteria,
the moon fruitfully round.
Heavy hysteria,
she clouds her celestial body
inside a gauzy gown.

Darkness hardens sky to ground;
limp leaves shrivel blades to wings.
Talons root below the mound,
a reservoir of seeds;
Autumn caws when it sings.

Fanned feathers form lunar craters,
a bounty to those that receive.
Orb of the night,
procreator;
a cauldron about to conceive.

© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved


This piece is inspired by the amazing art print, “Bat in Crow Country” by débora Ewing. Be sure to visit her gallery.

10 Comments

    1. K.Hartless

      Thank you ever so much for this kind comment. I enjoy having a purpose in mind, and with this piece it was to do this artist’s gorgeous print justice. I’m not picky about how my writing sparks, so lots of flames are possible.

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