Photo courtesy of Popular Mechanics Lo! Lovely lusty peach Russet jewel, round and full You draw my eyes That have long been fixed To the ground with heavy heart Wake me up Oh I awake to joy I, who was bound to shadows by silver tendrils by whispers by fog But now I see the harvest moon That I recall from youth and my heart quickens Oh, awake my glee, my joy I had given you to phantoms and received my pay, my due and now you pull me to the stars You blood-red harvest moon Mini Troubadoua 2018
One troubadoura's adventures and lessons learned exploring the world through music, nature, and poetry. Visit my haiku site at harmoniesandhaikuhome.wordpress.com