harvest moon two

* So I apparently wrote this poems twice -the plan was to erase "harvest moon" and replace it with the following rewritten one. As it turns out - I like them both. *

walking late
into the night
searching for reasons
in past regrets
the skies hold
a harvest moon
hung low
stained
deep orange
supple fruit
ripe and about to fall
ready to be torn away
from the comfort of the orchard tree

i felt sympathy
for the moon
stuck in the world of
in between

on the cusp
of being thrust into
somewhere it
desires not to go

as I walk away
i glanced back
and felt
for a moment
kindred



© 2008 by Danielle Romanick