Thanksgiving Moon

 

"For ever since the creation of the world His invisible nature
and attributes, that is, His eternal power and divinity have been 
made intelligible and clearly discernible in and through the things
that have been made, His handiworks. So men are without excuse,
without defense or justification."
(Romans 1:20)

This month's Full Beaver Moon is also "a new Thanksgiving Moon"
Photograph courtesy/ Forbes.com

The leaves have taken scarlet hues.

The wind goes dancing on gold shoes.

All day the sheaves are piling high,

The yellow wheat yields to the scythe.

In arbors purple grapes hang down.

The barrels are packed to go to town.

Then high above this golden scene

There moves in sight the autumn queen!

Majestic, huge and not too soon

Sails forth the new Thanksgiving moon.

Round as a pumpkin! And so should she be,

Her color an eye-filling vision to see!

Mellow and leisurely, regal in pace,

A hint of a twinkle about her broad face.

And also a hint of vagabondage

Becoming a sovereign who rules at this stage.

With earth so abundant and fruitful below,

A queen up above could scarcely but know.

And grand as she is, majestic her pace,

There's a touch of the pumpkin about her round face.

The garden glows with orange and rose,

And dressed in brown the hedge fence goes.

The apple turns a bright red cheek,

And of her beauty all men speak!

Field and wood and garden riot

In colors where there once was quiet.

Then high above this golden scene

There moves in view the autumn queen.

To the season's loudest, gayest tune

Sails forth the new Thanksgiving moon.




"Thanksgiving Moon"
Lenore Hetrick
From "The Giant Thanksgiving Book"
Copyright 1935
Lurten M. Paine Publishing Company 
Dayton, Ohio USA