Under The Harvest Moon

Autumn officially started one week ago. Since then, we’ve mostly seen rainy days, but I don’t mind. I was through with summer and quite happy to start looking for autumn poems again. That’s how I found this one, by American poet Carl Sandburg. In this poem, he compares autumn and summer in ways to represent two different types of people. One is older, the other is younger. One focuses on memories, the other also looks forward. A wonderful poem, with a lot of meaning in merely two stanzas.

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

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