Harvest Moon

Harvest Moon Under Smokey Skies Christina Arnall

Harvest moon

Ripe for the picking

Bleeds though cotton field clouds

I pull the fluffy lint of the year

Try to avoid more cuts

From the sharp end of summer

As worse weather looms.


  1. A lovely ode to seasons passing, and to what feels like ominous times ahead. The harvest moon was extra poignant in this part of the country this year, as the loca forest fires made for what amounted to a blood moon. Lovely write, K.

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