Thursday, September 22, 2011

Harvest Moon

(sterling, carnelian)

Under the Harvest Moon
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights.
Death, the gray mocker
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who Remembers.

Under the summer roses
When the fragrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswered questions.

-  Carl Sandburg

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