Harvest Moon
Peeking in the window,
blanketing our dreams,
It is a welcome harvest moon
whose straight and narrow beams
filter through our window blinds,
bathing us with light,
coming once again
to fulfill its yearly rite—
a calm and soothing presence
that mitigates the night.
Oh thanks, That moon has been a delight and a comfort to me over the first few days of this month. My Mothers birthday is on the second of October and somehow it seems that the bright clear moonbeam comes through a round window high up in the vaulted ceiling exactly lighting up her picture on that night. Your poem was almost as though it was talking about this happenstance.
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What a nice remembrance of your mother, Sam.
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Such a calming atmosphere created by your poem.
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I like a moon that peeks and blankets dreams, I love your turns of phrase Judy.
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Thanks, PV.
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Very welcome Judy – Paul 🙂
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The calming message is echoed in the peaceful rhythm and natural-sounding rhyme.
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You create a lovely image of the harvest moonlight blanketing our dreams.
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I do love a good moonlit night.
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Don’t we all.
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A beautiful, calm and soothing quadrille, Judy! I loved the closing lines 🌝
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Thanks, Ingrid.
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This sounds like a lullaby, Judy. Such a beautiful one at that.
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Thanks, Lisa…
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You are welcome.
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