Nut Gathering Moon



my dear friend,

keeper of balance,

you always move faster

than other moons

or so it seems to me.

Maybe it is because

I am attached to you

and wish you to visit longer

each year. You share your beauty

goldenrods, iron weeds, black-eyed susans,

you who are of the nut gathering moon

I feel your anxiousness in the wind

and I know you are not one to sit

for long, so you must run,

swift like the deer.

Author: Darlene Franklin-Campbell

I am a poet, novelist and artist living in the Appalachian Foothills. I believe we are great spiritual beings on a journey through this physical realm. We are timeless entities stepped into time.

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