Harvest moon
tonight rises.
Bright September light.
When sooner comes
the darkness,
Summer
will Fall.
And we embrace
more time with stars
anciently glowing.
More kindled fires
drawing the eyes
and the spirit
to blue, hot
reflection.
The body
to warmth
and comfortable stillness.
The season of
colourful decay.
Red
orange
windswept endings.
Sacred
and away.
We go.

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