Harvest Moon

The kindness of Fall has taken flight,
Winter approaches to take the throne,
Gliding by the evening equinox,
Day and night begrudgingly equal.

An ode’ in autumn brings comfort,
Like a wool sweater and a bowl of soup,
Feelings of warmth by an evening fire,
As dusk foretells a chilly night.

Presiding over this change of guard,
The harvest moon conducts the heavens,
Granting an hour more of hope and peace,
And a new season of Godly compassion.