Is the Moon Asleep?

Autumn on a starless evening,
is wan moon asleep,
or beyond dark cloud-bank, grieving?

Summer’s love is lost. While weaving,
bats sweep low - I keep
silent vigil, few believing.

Autumn, and the Earth’s conceiving -
taken in, eyes weep
over one who left, deceiving.

I, with others hay ricks [s]heaving,
bitter harvests reap -
happiness now passed receiving.

Winter soon sends night bereaving,
leaves life crumpled heap -
passes on to other thieving...

27 November 1988 revised 23 September 2008

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Is the Moon Asleep?
Autumn on a starless evening,
is the moon asleep,
or behind a cloudbank, grieving?

Summer’s love is lost. While weaving,
bats sweep low, - I keep
silent vigil, none believing.

Autumn, and the Earth’s conceiving, -
taken in, I weep
over one who left, deceiving.

I, while others hay are [s]heaving,
bitter harvests reap, -
happiness now passed receiving.

Winter soon, its night bereaving,
leaves life crumpled heap, -
passes on to other thieving...

poem by Jonathan Robin
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