Under the Harvest Moon
Posted: 09/11/2011 Filed under: Motherhood, Photography, Poetry 2 Comments »
"Snow peas? Yes! Bread? No, thank you!" at 9 months old.
We call the full moon closest to the autumnal equinox the Harvest Moon. That moon is tonight! Tonight is also the 9-month anniversary of Bennett’s birth. In honor of these: a photo of the baby I love, and a poem by a poet I love!
UNDER THE HARVEST MOON
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 flagrant 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, unanswerable questions.
- Carl Sandburg, Chicago Poems (1916)
These words, and the photo bring a certain grandmother to mind. Autumn not falls yet…not quite.
A Grandma CME or a Grandma BE?
And yes, autumn is on its way, and we are eagerly anticipating its arrival!