A poetic journey through my mind

Harvest Dance

bright eyes shine and footsteps scurry,
voices whisper hurry, hurry,
come, the dance is starting soon,
underneath the harvest moon.

thru the shining city streets,
where the pulse of nightlife beats,
the call goes out, and those who hear,
are coming in from far and near.

the harvest ball will soon commence,
just behind the chainlink fence,
in the darkest part of town,
where the lady moon smiles down.

dancers gather, all together,
never mind the wind and weather,
bow and curtsey, reverance,
mingle with your favorite haunts,
twist and turn and do-si-do,
look at that big goblin go,
and though it will be over soon…
let’s dance beneath the autumn moon!

2 responses

  1. “let’s dance beneath the autumn moon!”

    March 22, 2012 at 8:01 pm

  2. I love this the urgency is there in the tumbling flow in the words and the under currant of expectancy, excitement and a tiny hint of fear and danger. Rebirth and regrowth at harvest time under a harvest moon! Thanks for the share!!

    March 23, 2012 at 12:50 pm

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