Copyright: October 13, 2007
The Harvest moon began its rise in dusk of eves sky;
An orb of soft colored gold, It arose big and bold.
As I made my way homeward it began to play hide "n" seek;
Slipping below a mountain ridge then rising for a peek.
Sliding below a mountain edge, then playing peek a boo;
along a tree-lined ridge. It laughed at me as it
shone above the span of a long covered bridge.
Finally, it sank out of sight behind a darkened knoll;
Until I saw its shining face reflected in a water rill.
Then slowly it arose to hang magnificent in the ink black sky
illuminating with its golden eye; caught in the eye of a doe.
In bejeweled shards of light reflecting back like millions of diamonds
Fallen to the earthen floor below.