Sunday, September 22, 2024

The Harvest Moon Has Come

Wendy Andrew ~ Painting Dreams ~ Winter

The Harvest Moon

The flame-red moon, the harvest moon,
Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,
A vast balloon,
Till it takes off, and sinks upward
To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon.

The harvest moon has come,
Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon.
And the earth replies all night, like a deep drum.

So people can't sleep,
So they go out where elms and oak trees keep
A kneeling vigil, in a religious hush.
The harvest moon has come!

And all the moonlit cows and all the sheep
Stare up at her petrified, while she swells
Filling heaven, as if red hot, and sailing
Closer and closer like the end of the world.

Till the gold fields of stiff wheat
Cry 'We are ripe, reap us!' and the rivers
Sweat from the melting hills.


by Ted Hughes
from Season Songs (Faber & Faber)

[More about this poem]

More poems by Ted Hughes
Leaves & Sorrows of Autumn
The Warm and the Cold
Daffodils
Cat and Mouse

The Waxing Harvest Moon

The harvest moon has come . . .

the autumnal equinox has come . . .

and Quotidian blogposts have resumed for the season!

P.S.
There was also this fingernail moon back in July!
And our corner in August.

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