Harvest moon.
September 3, 2007
It is beyond the last of spring,
as summer grasps it’s fleeting remains.
Autumn’s approaching, gaining fast,
brewing within the gathering rains.
Forever draining, ceaseless hourglass,
as we cling to passion’s warming flames.
Dancing shadows, afar, cast,
swiftly vanishing about autumn’s moonlight maze.
- Or another version:
It is far beyond the spring,
as begins the end of summer’s warm rays.
What shall autumn bring ,
below Harvest moon’s steady gaze.
Lover’s words bind hearts like string,
tempting passages the lonely soul craves.
Delicate candlelight dance flickering,
favor burgeons as summer wanes.
