September Moon

Clouds sweep the treetops,
The woodlands are aglow.
The umber of the sunset-
Russet brown and gold.

As the full moon rises
A pale light washes
The meadow below,
Deepening the burgundy hues
Of the shadows.

From the silver chalice of time
Autumn’s beauty overflows.
At the season change
Harvest moonlight spills.


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