Harvest Moon

The Sunset settles on the Crest of Dew...

When Apples become Cider and the weather is mellow 

we begin to gather Pumpkins for Lanterns... 

Walks in the Meadow with Birds of a Feather 

we become Witches and Goblins where 

Cobwebs and Spiders weave melancholy dreams... 

The Leaves of Gold and Magenta play like Harps 

Angels on Wings bring Beethoven Symphonies in the Breeze...  

Reviews

[Lorry]

Oh, is it that time of year again?
Now why am I thinking of a long, cold walk home to what will be a candy free home, with only the possibility of a cup of hot cider to warm my cockles, whatever they are!
Perfectly capturing autumn in all its finery, tangoing into that great unmentionable of ghouls, goblins and spider's webs! 😃

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lorry... we become entranced as we dance with Ghosts that linger in our Hearts. The golden Leaves cover the Earth and nourish our Soul with Silhouettes of Saints who Bless the hallowed ground where Vineyards abound. Hope you are Well. softly, Pat

[Writergurl]

This is so lovely, I really enjoyed the read.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Writergurl... thank you for reading "Harvest Moon". After the Harvest ... will be Thanksgiving where we gather together to sing Hymns of Heavenly Glory. softly, Pat

[Tumi]

your poem carries the spirit of autumn beautifully,
using big imagery like apple turning to cider trees, leaves of gold....
very good

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Tumi... the Spirit of Autumn could be another Poem. Thank you for your generous Review. softly, Pat

[Dave W.]

I love Autumn and all its trappings, this poem I will read in the Spring when I want the Fall again, I really like this. Thank you

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Dave... when I read your Review... I liked the phrase, "Autumn and all its trappings"... When we had more open Land... there were Fox Hunts... mostly for the Sport and fresh air. Talley go the Fox and so forth. I love to breathe the Autumn Air. softly, Pat

[Dave W.]

I hope you have a great day

[Pryde Foltz]

You capture the glory and comfort of the season. Autumn is as lovely as your writing:)

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Pryde... I cannot Hide the thrill of Autumn and the Goblins as they fly like Witches among the Trees of orchestrated Symphonies... May the gold and magenta leaves become your Treasure forever. gently, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

A beautiful poem, plentiful with images of autumn and it's
finest...also goblins and such for Halloween...
with all it scary ghosts...but the Beethoven symphonies catches my eye all the time..., and ,of course "Angels on wings".... lovely as always, dear Pat
Warmly, B

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty... we seem to dance with Autumn leaves as they Tango in the Breeze. I appreciate your theatrical Review as we pray for divine Guidance, Blessings and the Best. tenderly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

my pleasure dear Pat🌷
Warmly, B

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I really love this poem. going into my favorites.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Dale.. Autumn leaves floating softly .. like lullabies with Wings. Wishing you the warmth of Love and Friends, softly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love the last line so much....had me humming his 5th.

I feel as an apple who is not too many years from becoming aged cider....wonder how I will taste.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob ... a kiss of Winesap apple Cider will linger through our Autumn years.. among the tears of Beethovens Fifth. The pleasure of your Smile will be Heavens Gift. gently, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Folks... the Harvest Moon has many Moods when Vineyards are
mellow for Wine... the Author, Pat