IN THE HARVEST

"Autumn leaves don't fall, they fly.They take their time and wander on this their only time to soar..."

-Delia Owens

UNDER the HARVEST MOON by Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)

Under the harvest moon

When the soft silver

Drips Shimmering

Over the garden nights

Death, the grey mocker,

Comes and whispers to you

As a beautiful friend

Who remembers

Under the summer roses

When the flagrant crimson

Lurks in the dusk

Of the wild red leaves

Love, with little hands

Comes and touches you

With a thousand memories

And asks you, beautiful, unanswerable questions

 Photographs 2020  This poem is in the public domain. Carl Sandburg won 3 Pulitzer prizes in his lifetime.....