The harvest moon breathes
deep tonight, sharing spices
from the cornucopia of pumpkin oranges
and warm apple reds
cooling in the autumn breeze
tossing leaves through the air
like cinnamon confetti celebrating
another summer’s retreat.
As squirrels snack on acorn squash
preparing for the unflinching onslaught
of gray, dull winter, I sip
on apple cider awed
by the colors of nature confident
in this moment
the moon will never exhale
and fall will never dwindle.
Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019
Written for the BrewNSpew Cafe weekly challenge : “harvest moon”
Often Mumbled Musings 
Phillip, I am thrilled to share your beautiful poem with my followers. You have captured the aura of autumn beautifully. Thank you so much for joining the challenge and I hope you visit again. 😉
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It was my pleasure!
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😉
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Phillip, you don’t have the reblog feature so I am unable to share. I understand that some authors don’t want their work shared and respect their wishes.
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Eek! I didn’t know it was off – I’ve flipped the switch to on. Please do feel free to reblog. I would love that 🙂
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Oh, thank you! Will do! 😉
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Reblogged this on BrewNSpew and commented:
Sharing Phillip’s take on the prompt –
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Just wonderful! Well done Phillip.
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Thanks so much, Geraldine!
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This is stunning, Phil.
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Thanks so much, Shawna!
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Love this. I felt the breeze of autumn and falling into leaves. Perfectly penned.
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Thanks so much!
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So very well captured. Nicely done.
Pat
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Thank you so much, Pat!
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Beautiful
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Thanks 🙂
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That moment in time spreading out like slowly melting butter. Sweet.
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Lovely spread of harvest riches.
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