The harvest moon arrives in Autumn
Shimmering gold down to the shore-
It takes the breath of every oarsman
Who gets swept up in it's "ore!"
Awe-inspiring to observers
Over many centuries...
'Tis a gift from our Creator
With an air of mystery.
Sweet allure to every pilgrim,
It appears bigger than life-
Lingers only for a moment
Then takes off to greater heights!
~penned by lynn foust
