Autumn Moon
 
tonight the moon seems
to know that it is harvest-time
 
it looks orange and because
it is low in the sky, it is big.
 
look there, as we make a turn
on the road, is it within reach?
 
it is not and it is rising and
at first light...iwill be no more.
 
not until another evening comes
and the magic returns.
 
oh glorious moon, high in the
sky, we are indeed enchanted.