October is already approaching midpoint and once again our view of the moon waxes into fullness, on Saturday night. Hunter’s Moon,Travel Moon, Dying Grass Moon. This is the time of year when, in northern North America, native hunters went hunting to stock up food for winter. I am neither a hunter, nor an eater of meat so this time of year is more about plant harvesting and getting ready for winter. I wanted to write a poem to go with my monthly moon post so I put my reflections into an October acrostic:
Overhead—look up!—sun slants through blue, dark clouds, morning mist; patches and tapestries of orange, russet, red, yellow; autumn’s iconic play;
Cold fresh dampness glistens suspends, energizes muscles to sore exhaustion;
Torn memories pull, traces of past fallacies rise, fall—sprouts attempt encores while autumn resists temptations;
Orange-burnt marigolds self-replicate in generous abundance—pumpkins outround the moon;
Brown brisk stalks of mullein rule the sky as ubiquitous bees bask in purple borage stars—crickets buzz;
Evening blinded by sunset rushes to night; yet stubborn gardeners toil under moonlamp—what once was still day, now is night;
Reaping leaves, fruit, and branches for food and mulch; memories mingle in seamless timeflow waxing empty of distinct features.
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A vivid and appropriate poem for Autumn with it’s colors and gathering all that we can before Winter winds howl. We can then sit at our tables and savor the fruits of our labor in the warmth from the stove. :o)
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Thank you:) I like your vision of winter.
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You’ve definitely captured it.
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Glad you relate.
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Beautifully captured, Janice and yeah,another acrostic! Just started stumbling across these and love them. Wonderful detail, atmospheric and yeah to gardeners toiling under the moonlight. So…Autumn is truly here then!?
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Yes the colours really started changing in October. I think reading on the internet about autumn in other locations got me thinking we were having a slow fall but when I looked back at my photos from last year I realized that is not the case. The process starts in September and flourishes in October…here at least. It’s the most rambling acrostic I ‘ve ever done , but hey why not 🙂
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You’ve definitely captured the essence of harvest time and the autumn full moon.
Enjoy that “super moon” tonight!
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Thanks Merril — I will !
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Fantabulous! 🌹🌹🌹
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Thank you 🙂
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Thanks for the reminder and I will sure to look up at the night sky ~
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Beautiful imagery in your autumn poem.
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Thank you Vashti 🙂
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