Harvest Moon

Harvest Moon

Peach and pumpkin skies settle
into boysenberry eve
laid top an earthen mantle-
rising ravenous moon's gleam
consuming such sweetly glow-
who's homely stove fades below.

Childish flames lick breathlessly
the empyreal delights,
clacking whispered recipes
about its kindler's guise-
unassertive, aimless descants
filling the encrusted lowlands.

Perched, eyeing the savory stars,
just before a peripheral frame,
the faux dome of delight chars.
Copper-wire, concrete blades
conduct bites cut out from peace-
ful treats appetizing dreams and sleep.