Harvest Moon

No moonglow last night, though she was there behind the charcoal clouds. They swooped in, covering first the sun, and then the stars. Later, it rained—again—and the scent of petrichor drifted through our open windows. Summer’s last hurrah. The moon knows, and soon she will hum the song of autumn and harvests, of bread, honey, and wine.

golden moon glow
over fields of grapes and grain—
russet leaves fall

For dVerse, where Frank has asked us to write a haibun alluding to the moon. On Thursday night, we will hopefully see the Harvest Moon.

33 thoughts on “Harvest Moon

  1. Love how the haiku folds in all the imagery in the prose, except the petrichor which like the clouds cover it all with rich promise. Just to say, this gave me a warm glow 🙂

  2. This line is amazing:

    “The moon knows, and soon she will hum the song of autumn and harvests, of bread, honey, and wine.”

    It’s so beautifully penned. I enjoyed reading this piece very much.

  3. When I was a kid I used to tell everyone that I ‘liked the smell of the rain.’ Until now, I didn’t know that smell had a name, ‘petrichor.’ Thank you for sharing your beautiful writing, Merril!

  4. Not a lot of words, and they make perfect sense.
    Obviously I have just learned what a haibun is.
    Also, I’m suddenly caving some raisin toast.

    You are a very effective writer!

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