The Harvest Moon

By Janeal Mulaney

Outside my window is a bright yellowish light,

I look out to find the biggest moon I’ve ever seen

Sitting low on the horizon,

A hazy red ring stretches out to caress the black sky

I watch with anticipation as it rises upwards above the limbs of a tree

A big ball of yellow fading to orange then red

A misty gray cloud lazily glides across it circumference

A beautiful starlit night, a sight to behold, 

As stories in my head unfold.