The Harvest Moon
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Thursday, September 23, 2010
The harvest moon to me retires, such as
perfume’s grand attire, such as, faked,
perfumed a spring, such as once perfumed
a harvest moon; does age a perfume make?
(as it transpires…)
to be continued.
Some time has passed, passing me, again
a wind embraces me, again, below the
harvest moon, I must commence to regain
a harvest moon, again, next, I mean; the
(inspiration…)
To be cont.
public view of autumn’s spring and autumns
gone, the Harvest Moon, I mean, now perfumes
the world I live, just past, perfumed,
again, the harvest moon. Again, autumns
(past inspection…)
To be cont.
Too soon the harvest moon did flee, again,
Such as, again, sigh, there goes me again. See?
(harvest moons…)
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Copyright 9/24/10