Harvest Moon
After the heat of summer,
the sweltering, suffocating heat,
a welcoming breeze wafts over her skin
as she inhales the cool, crisp breath of autumn.
And there is the moon,
the Harvest moon,
the Super moon
in all its glory.
Her eyes behold
the luminescence
reflected from the sun
as she wistfully wonders,
"Is anyone else gazing at this brilliant sight
with hopeful eyes and heartfelt smile?"
Soothing wishes warm the night
a comforting, timeless Salve.
© Jeanne I. Lakatos
(To hear my reading of this poem on Pod-omatic, click HERE.)