Harvest Moon

Oh, Sukkot Moon!  Oh, Feast of Rejoicing!

I am going to ride east into your moon rise;

I am going to sleep under your light;

I am going to play amidst your fullness;

I am going to pray that black-sky, white-dot night

until I remember the pilgrim that I am.

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