Shine on harvest moon,
Light my walk to October.
Illuminate this path before me.
Like the bully sun in the dog days.
It’s cooler now in the glow of morning-
It’s darker now in the blush of dusk.
Goosebumps and guarantees-
Pathways and promises.
There’s a change in the air,
There’s a flood on the way.
And you can only be ready
To grasp what’s before you,
With long, desperate, glowing tendrils.
Shine on harvest moon,
Light my walk to October.
The path is dark,
But I am unafraid.