Poetry from Joan Beebe

 
Fall, A Time of Harvest 
 
Fall, a time of harvest,          
 
 scarecrows in fields of corn.
 
The moon is bright and full with
 
Dark clouds moving slowly across making
 
It a bewitching sight to behold.
 
There is an aura of magic in the season–
 
A time of change!
 
Leaves now have colors of red, yellow and orange;
 
They fall sometimes in a whirlwind of beauty.
 
Scented smoke rises from chimneys–
 
Pumpkins appear in front of homes and
 
Red and juicy apples are ready to eat.
 
Apple pies are seen, not only in stores but
 
Along roadways, with signs urging you to purchase
 
Their delicious home-made pies.
 
The sun is shining and warm most days,
 
But the air is cool and crisp bringing
 
Energy and pleasure as we behold the beauty of this season!

A HARVEST MOON
 
The sun spreads its rays over fields
 
Full of the abundance of natures gift of food.
 
The nights are dark, cool and the hint of
 
Winter yet to appear.
 
We look up to the sky and behold this silent
 
 Sentinel  low in the sky.
 
 One feels you almost could touch this golden moon
 
With its Mysterious and intriguing darkened spots .
 
Our imagination begins to take flight
 
 As we ponder what could they be.
 
This time of harvest is also a time of thanksgiving
 
For its beauty and that the year has brought us
 
To this wondrous season of the Harvest Moon and
 
Earths  promise of renewal.