Amidst the obscurity of September’s twilight,
The corn moon is playing a game of seesaw,
With its celestial ancestor, none other than Sun!
It hangs high in the sky with a creamish smile,
As the old star hides under the dusky horizon.
A rare moon, its glory will only last for a night,
Unlike its cousins, gracing eternity for seasons!
It’s blushing all the attention with a chromed lunar ring,
And golden sparkling rays that flutter with magical wings.
Risen in a dusty shade, between the yellow and red,
A symbolic inbetween of life and then what’s dead.
It bid farewell to the brightside, welcoming the fall,
An essence of light but also a staunch reminder of nightfall.
In its breif appearance , it also come with a spectacular surprise,
Gifting twin full moon’s in October, an autumn’s reprise.
The Harvest moon, will be a guide for all thats still unseen,
And the mystical blue moon will uprise to celebrate the spirit of halloween!