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

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

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

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