Fall! Pumpkins to carve, cookies to bake, back-to-school germs to endure. I certainly didn’t have time to enter a writing contest this month, until…
Those who know my work know that I love writing lyrical stories about science and nature. And when I saw prompt #5 of a full moon, I had to write about the harvest moon (the first full moon after the autumnal equinox).
All entries are required to be under 200 words, and mine clocks in at a speedy 115. There’s more to say about the autumnal equinox, but, alas, I have cookies to bake.
Hope you enjoy!
Every year, in late September,
Something magical happens.
The center of the sun lines up
with the Earth’s equator.
This tiny, transformative moment–
Invisible to human eyes—is when fall begins.
When nights grow long and days short.
When the sun’s reign ends, and the moon’s begins.
And, the moon celebrates.
She dances across the sky.
Every night, a slightly different shape.
Sliver, crescent, half, until…
Fall’s first full moon—or the Harvest Moon.
Round as a pumpkin,
The Harvest Moon rises just as the sun sets.
Low in the sky,
Painted in the sun’s waning orange light,
It looms larger than life.
As if to say,
“I am your moon,
And this is our night.”