Moon Garden


Harvest Moon

Watching a pockmarked orange
edge westward in the sky,
I recall how I used to call the moon
my mother in my whimsical youth.
On my moon mother’s face I would
wish for love, for comfort,
intangibles longed for by most
of mankind who live a life short
of extremity. The few wishes
that came true came true for a brief
time. One harvest after another
I consumed what I had grown
in the garden of my brain, a desire,
an illusion, a phantom, which, when
plucked, tasted briefly delectable,
sweeter by far than marmalade.
                            --James Kangas


Autumn Moon

Wasn't that a garden of immortality beyond clothes,
To make up faces and places of words
amid the world and forget ourselves,
giving away for kissing, for clapping, for loving,

the outer world thrown back,
returned from years of absence
to know this place by the door,
no matter what we imagined?
                             --AE Reiff

The Autumn Moon


first frost moon
between border fence posts
those young faces
                            --Chen-ou Liu 


car over thirty
and I am older
first frost moons
                            --Jerome Berglund


What is 1,000
miles?  Sleepless night, autumn moon-
spill from cobalt sky 
                            --Kersten Christianson


rainy clouds hide
autumn moon from
snoring fox
                           --Molly Zeigenbein


autumn moon
but harvest time
comes early now
                          --Ceri Marriott


swallows spill into night
between wingbeats—
flickering first frost moon
                            --Karen Zhao


looking up i see
autumn moon in the day sky...
a cooper's hawk calls
                            --Pat Geyer


palm leaves
over cold autumn moon-
like a teacher’s mark
                           --Patricia Furstenberg


autumn moon
in a puddle -
a street rat pauses
                            --Ravi Kiran


autumn moon -
a flock of geese rises
from the lake
                          --Juliet Wilson

         
autumn moon
fireflies gather
on the screen door     
                         --Katherine E. Winnick


autumn moon
at the bottom of the well
making a wish
                        --Agnieszka Filipek


autumn moon-

through bamboo forest
a distant flute song...

resembling
what I heard
in my last life
                       --Ram Chandran

The Old Scarecrow

 
To Breathe

O silver platter moon,
do you see the blue clouds?
They enter my lungs and force the air out;
the bottled oxygen doesn't help
O eye witness, what else is there to say?
                             --Sulakshana Guha


don't tell the scarecrow
someone is stealing the beans
                             --Yayū


receding patter
of trembling raindrops
cancer whispers spread
                             --Douglas J. Lanzo


hospice-
how many autumn moon
still I have
                            --Ram Chandran


gathering storm
the air in the waiting room
heavy with silence
                            --Chen-ou Liu


harvest moon
stuffing a body 
with plastic bags
                            --Mariel Herbert


moldy oranges
scattered on the ground
the smell of rot
                            --Eavonka Ettinger


sickling moon
hollowed out in daily scoops
now the lightness of being
                            --Dr. Vaishnavi Pusapati 


the constancy 
of weeping wisteria 
- blue moon 
                           --Katherine E. Winnick


sentient death poem 
writing itself 
cranberry moon
                             --Jerome Berglund
 

autumn moon
nothing but the sound of leaves
falling
                            --Mark Scott


with no moon
i tell the fallen moon
of autumn tears
                            --James Young


virtual funeral
the autumn moon
watching through my window
                            --Adele Evershed


in silent midnight
our old scarecrow topples over
weird hollow echo
                            --Boncho

                                                          --Debbie Strange

Lines


October moon, one owl,
one moth, one lonely cricket,
my bed empty too
                             --Jeff Burt


rice dumplings 
and pampas grass decorations
moon viewing
                            --Christina Chen


fall-
every leaf
waits for its wind
                            --Ram Chandran


autumn moon -
a black cat crosses
my path
                            --Juliet Wilson


red hues 
of autumn—
booster shot
                            --petro c.k.



October moon
an echo of laughter
through the empty hallway
                            --James Babbs


October morn
farmstead scarecrow gets
a new hat
                            --Roberta Beach Jacobson


first frost moon lost rain
of an autumn equinox 
beech mast never came 
                            --Jenn Martin


last night’s fullest moon
still sings, bell-clear, this morning
—Autumn’s  aria—
                            --Ron. Lavalette


autumn moon
the fraying seams
on her jacket
                            --Kimberly Kuchar


autumn rain              
parasols bloom
on the sidestreet 

just add water
— instant flowers
                            --Christina Chin & Linda Ludwig

On the Water


the autumn moon
floats on the water
sand dunes shifting with the tide
                          --Ceri Marriott


reflections 
on the Mirror Lake 
autumn rainbow
                          --Christina Chin


moon viewing
our kayak
a little tipsy
                           --Randy Brooks


evening moon 
floating my boat 
in the milky way
                            --Herb Tate

                                                   --Christina Chin

Three Moons


i.

this soulwork's to walk 
through the water's rising foam -
autumn moon
                            --Deborah A. Bennett

 
this soulwork's to push a stone
up a rolling hill -
autumn moon 
                             --Deborah A. Bennett


this soulwork's to breathe
over the kindling's plume -
autumn moon 
                             --Deborah A. Bennett


ii.

autumn moon’s dance
in the womb of sky
nocturne
                             --B. L. Bruce


swelling body
of the tide
harvest moon
                             --B. L. Bruce


sturgeon moon
light reflected
in each waxy leaf               
                             --B. L. Bruce


iii.

hunter's moon —
a gorilla escapes
a lone cricket hymns   
in the white 
and dark gray barn
           --Christina Chin & Uchechukwu Onyedikam


ripened rice field
autumn moon stands in guard
a ragged scarecrow watches 
the farmer separates 
grain from straw
            --Christina Chin & Uchechukwu Onyedikam


harvest moon
out of the blue sky
two crickets serenade
the aroma
of new sake
             --Christina Chin & Uchechukwu Onyedikam

                                                                --Pepper Trail

A Touch of Autumn


White-wings
 
For months the White winged Doves
have gathered in the yard
with morning appetites, afternoon
thirst and a blue ring
around their orange eyes through which
the summer threads its
infinite soul. There is war
east of hope in the world
                                        and rain
wandering lost in the sky. There are
sales at the local stores
and red green red lights
flashing at intersections
between good luck and bad. There’s
a hawk who wakes up early
and patrols the urban streets. There’s
a cloudbank building
                                 with a heavy heart
and doves present
then gone. Away they go
to drought’s end,
drinking moonlight on the wing.
                            --David Chorlton


A Touch of Autumn

She whistles through a blade of grass,
      sharp and serrated,
and does not shudder
      when it cuts her lip:

blood and breath to call him, to bind them.  

The wind bends tree boughs low
      like lovers dancing,
as he wraps ethereal arms around her,
      red lips marking him

and the leaves flush and curl, before falling.
                            --Shelly Jones


distant sirens...
in moonlight the barbed wire 
dripping blood
                            --Chen-ou Liu


power cuts—
the first frost moon
out stays its welcome
                                --Adele Evershed


a sickle harvest moon,
two dead bleached cottonwoods
tuning forks of the poors’ harvest
                           --Jeff Burt


recoil 
the Hunter’s Moon
still in the buck’s eye
                            --Joshua St. Clair


eerie autumn moon
even my wooden owl sleeps
with one eye open
                            --Dana Clark

                                                      --John Hawkhead

Pillow Talk

 
Evening: Margined with Stars

Evening’s velvet hem borders a fading horizon, 
gently creates
a boundaryless world of nighttime  
margined with stars.
The autumn moon ascends.

No passport, no visa needed. 
                                --Patricia Williams


Owls in the Corn

Fall's moon alchemy -
ring-around-the bonfire rose,
taste of Winter's kiss.
                             --Kevin Maus


Once in a Blue Moon

My husband, cocoon of night,
blue moon on a grey day. His 
scent is cinnamon baking. We
met like a tsunami, turning my
hammered heart into a skyscraper.
                            --Linda McCauley Freeman


harvest moon —
the glow in your cheeks
speaks of love
                            --Bonnie Scherer


october moon rising
richly gilded, warm nights still sing
bats drink from hidden springs
dipping on the wing
we walk hand in hand draped in gold
                            --Ginny Short


You, Still

Fields of barren trees, tranquil under autumn moon,
a rabbit frozen in blue,
the first frost moon painted the world in hues
and you, asleep, my youthful love,
still.
                            --Patricia Furstenberg


Forgetting

I wake on the shore of fever, without memory
we read Tagore, I sit by the door waiting for you
later; running fingers on your lips curved in a smile, beneath the frost moon
I forget you beloved Debabrata.
                            --Smitha Sehgal


autumn moon
his wife's silent treatment
crickets crickets
                            --Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo


dark autumn moonrise,
one sleepy eyelid opens,
the other winks shut
                             --Sandy Hiortdahl


autumn rain 
reheating 
luke-warm love 
                            --Vandana Parashar


autumn moon
shadows walk
with street walkers
                            --petro c.k.


The Moon and the Light of the Sun

We wish to remake a time not lost,
Amid the obvious love kissing, start
Dressing and breakfast, being without body,
in the overnight creation of a world.

Descending from blue sky in lunar white
and autumn gold, white as milk
in a day moon nearing, bright as the sun
the light of the moon shall be as the light of the sun.
                            -- AE Reiff

Pandemic Moon
Julia C. Spring


Empty corridor.
Angular sorrow softens:
Deep sky, slim pale moon.





Milk Rice Dish
Vipanjeet Kaur


October full moon -
soaked in its healing rays
my milk rice dish


Author's Note: In India it's a tradition to prepare and keep a sweet milk rice dish under the moonlight on Sharad Purnima so that it can absorb the healing rays of the October full moon. The dish is consumed as a holy offering the next day and is believed to cure diseases.

October

 
Autumn poem

Black walnut trees
Stained by October moon
Shed their yellowed garb
Will face what comes
With strength and grace
As deep inside they crochet
Next year’s lace
                            --Elizabeth Hykes


cold tea surrenders,
invites the October moon
to slip into the cup
                              --Jeff Burt


October moon
like the eye of a deer
caught between baying dogs
at dusk
                            --Patricia Furstenberg


orange moon
monarchs come to rest
on the old pine
                            --Randy Brooks


chipmunks
the barn owl blackens
the Autumn Moon
                            --Joshua St. Claire


autumn moon gazing
through storm-tattered alder leaf;
shadowed lace and light
                            --Kersten Christianson


October moonrise
the sky’s abiding ceiling
glows with fire
                            --Katherine Simmons


a star wanes and fades
as the autumn moon rises
a new light by which to steer the ship
                             --Ceri Marriott


sunbeams glance first frost 
moon — dance waterfalls — tree, ferns
infinite fractals
                            --Gerard Sarnat


leaves rustle and fall
a distant symphony soothes
cool air rings with bird calls
                            --Christi Kochifos Caceres


Moon of falling leaves
                                      Greets guests honorably 
 
Night unashamed
                              Lightly impresses 
 
Rhythmic crickets filigree
                                            Stars gossamer wickets
 
Trance
             Of receptive opposites
 
Darkness 
               conjures light
 
Trance
             Of receptive opposites 
 
The Great Horned Owl
                                       “WHOooOOOooo be you”
 
Dew soaked grass 
                              Precious eloquence
                                            --Stephen Rozwenc   


cicadas buzz like chainsaws under
a luminous harvest moon
sound gently weaves the silk nights
i imagine that you also
hear the singing of this moon
                            --Ginny Short

                                            --Christina Chin

Harvest


subtle mellow bathes
rich autumnal moon reflects
earth reaps harvest light
                            --Andrew Collinson


harvest moon
the praying mantis
can’t get to sleep
                            --Randy Brooks


troubled soil reigns 
greens in slow grace can’t remain
by harvest crescent
                            --Jenn Martin


lingering fragrance 
on the passenger seat 
fall peaches              

resisting the urge
will wait for cobbler
                                --Christina Chin & Linda Ludwig


first frost moon -
a squirrel gathers
nuts
                               --Juliet Wilson


a harvest moon
some people reap
what others have sown
                             --James Babbs


carving tools and scoops
pumpkins sport happy faces
harvest fun with love
                             --Kate Chamberlin


the autumnal moon
the gyne adores butterflies
- moony fulfilment
                              --Paweł Markiewicz


kitchen’s hot ovens
air redolent with pie spice
watering mouths wait
                            --Kate Chamberlin


autumn moon—
shadows stir in the line
for the soup kitchen
                            --Adele Evershed


rotting
at the root
jack-o'-lanterns
                            --Mariel Herbert


harvest field
moonlight washes
the silence
                            --Subir Ningthouja


falling leaf             
a caterpillar hangs 
by its web

inching its way up
before the early bird 
                               --Christina Chin & Linda Ludwig

                                               --Christina Chin

November


waning moon
in the chestnut tree -
golden leaves
round it
in their tremble
                            --Steliana Cristina Voicu


aspiring towards elevated 
amidst prozac 
waxing gibbous
                            --Jerome Berglund


yellow moon
he insists on drinking
the harvest
                        --C. X. Turner


all the time
I thought I was right
autumn side effects
                            --Lakshmi Iyer


first frost moon
the bruises on my legs
changing colour
                            --Agnieszka Filipek


crickets chirp
dewdrops on a leaf’s tip 
reflect the fading moon
                            --Karen Zhao


stuck
in the fork of a stump
full moon
                            --R. Suresh babu


not a voice or stir...
darkness lies on fields and streets
sad:  the moon has set
                            --Imozeni


Leaves on a limbo

California cobblestones
wear the paint of your
sudden departure/

the carousel colors
rounding the railroad
tracks, cliff diving the
causeway, sketching
skies in north Singapore

with me in the pile up
of lost loves and leaves
that go limbo-ing

'neath these harvest of hills
'neath the autumn time moon
where I climb to each time

seeing y’all off again

Novembering you.
                            --Emalisa Rose


No Autumn in Bali But

Green fields;
Green grasshoppers.
Fresh waterways; fresh fish.
Masked in banyan trees, bulbuls sing.
And beneath November’s moon pandan breath of civets sweetens our air.
                            --James Penha

A passing reference
Curt Linderman










Blood Moon


harder to walk away
than not…
falling leaves moon
                            --Tony Williams


moan and wail of wind
scrape and shiver of dry leaves
silent moon above                            
                            --Katherine Quevedo


blood moon
leafless canopy
banshees cry
                            --Maria DePaul


midnight 
the bare branches balance 
the autumn moon 
                            --Minal Sarosh


first frost moon
the last look
in her eyes
                            --C. X. Turner


Night Heron
 
in the brackish, briny edge
of the tidal channel
under the waning light of a quarter moon
 
a black-crowned night heron
on yellow legs
under tucked gray wings
 
stands on driftwood
waits for a fish
or a frog
 
there’s a splash
for an instant, he holds a mantis shrimp
in his thick black beak
 
dawn comes
with the chill
of autumn fog
 
and he disappears
the steady beat of wings
all that’s left
                                   --Andrea Wyatt


Lamentation
  
Screech
owl
calls twice.
His keening?
My wild call farewell,
my final vibrato of loss.
                                --Karla Linn Merrifield

Reflecting on the dark side
James Young


A Walk in the Mountains


Unsupervised
 
i walk in the mountains,
in the crevices between rocks,
hunting for mushrooms
and yelling when the bear comes.
 
on a branch, eating unfortunate otter,
flower behind the ear, a stick in my mouth
to look cool for the animals; no more storm parties
alone in the cave of my tree.
 
under an autumn moon i wander,
wondering: do they look for me?
i’ve found a better sleep, knowing i’m gone.
sleep is my solace more than the forest -
in the forest there is no music
and your thoughts of death are vivid. 
 
i travel deeper, but find the edge:
a field of dead-yellow grass, no trees beyond.
hark back to the forest, the depth of it,
that thickness i wanted:
 
costing my parents too much, i ran
away, and dug my home into a willow.
i live there, barely room to stand.
                            --Pearce Green


Local Forecast

The forecast is
for moths to pour out of the sky tonight,
for distant storms
to gnash their teeth and run
out of rain before they reach us.
It says

that good and bad luck made a pact
to always act together, and that
fate has a searchlight
to find a way between the stars.
It says the desert will turn

blue when the sun sets
and coyote packs will sing to one
another from one century to the next
across an arroyo
lost in time. There will be

truth and lies that can’t
be told apart in daylight and not
at night when the owl

flies to the other side and won’t reveal
whatever is there. About tomorrow
there is little to say
except that there will be exchange rates
and hummingbirds, wars
and weddings,

ten per cent off groceries
and investments that affect the soul
even as it leaves the body wandering

in pursuit of the lost moon
                            --David Chorlton


broken autumn clouds
cold sky, colors of wet ink
somewhere, a thin moon
                             --Pepper Trail


harvest moon rising
over the tumbledown shack
and its roof of gold
                            --Matthew Edgeworth


feet scuff through dry leaves
earthy fragrance of damp soil
harvest moon shines bright
                             --Kate Chamberlin


Walking by a Maple Tree in Autumn

Hundreds of scarlet flags wave at me. I wave back.
                             --Nancy Christensen


At Path’s End

at path’s end I always stop
there’s something else living below,
it comes alive under October moon,
breaths not, frozen in first frost - unearned
past fears, lost dreams, that one, lost chance.
                            --Patricia Furstenberg


Equinox  

first day of autumn:
6am sickle moon
upside down 
cups what we can not see
                            --Carl Mayfield


autumn moon
what leaves
what remains
of us
                            --Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo


in Brighton
beneath the Autumn moon
a lone unknown bird cries
                            --Madhushala Senaratne


while I turned my head
that traveler I'd just passed
melted into mist
                           --Shiki

After the New Moon


When the time comes, bury me
in the deepest part of memory,
the place where names fade
and last leaves lose their grip
to wild and icy winds.
 
When I’m gone, stop at the edge
of places we walked together
and listen hard for soft silences,
autumn days drained of sunlight,
and songs we once sang.
 
And when your days grow short,
I’ll return to you in the fullness
of a harvest moon in October,
a pocked circle painted yellow
by chilled winds heavy with dust.
                                                   --Todd Williams