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,
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.


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