Ode to the Harvest Moon

The Harvest Moon glows through the clouds in the sky tonight.
I honor the fruits of my labor for this year past.
For the creations I have birthed this year,
For the journey I undertook into myself
From which I brought back my story,
Written and painted with my voice and my hands.
I give thanks for these fruits of my labor
For the abundance that surrounds me and supports me
Which would not have come about without you, Goddess.
Blessed be.

ArticlesAnnette Wagner