Harvest Moon

The Harvest Moon carries her golden light

into the darkness, illuminating in shades

of gray and shadow what lies hidden beyond us,

what we cannot see in the night’s obscurity,

that hush and rustle of footfalls through fallen

leaves and the hoo-hoot of a distant owl, echoing,

hiding also me from the small fox that steps

into my yard; that golden light, perhaps, hides us all

in a cloak of shadows, readying us for the unknown

path we choose through the seasons beyond.