A full harvest moon

Will rise tonight

On Friday the 13^th

The bats will take flight

To search the orchard

In the cool, dark air

Where trees grow heavy

With apples and pears

On bent branches

Above the pumpkin patch

The bats swoop down

For bugs to catch

As calls of the wild

Enliven the night

The clouds reveal

The harvest moon’s light

That basks the land

In a seasonal glow

Rich tones of autumn

Bleed into shadow