Harvest

Harvest Moon’s eerie shadow

paints the landscape

shades of gray and white

bringing goblins, ghosts, and clowns

to fields of plenty

the echo of children’s laughter

doorbells ringing

little feet running

treats counted

with squeals of glee

the night advances

little eyes droop

and lose the fight

and close for the night

till at last all is quiet

on autumns eve

Joseph Men

October 25, 1996

© 2001, Joseph Men