Harvest Moon Poem ~ Carl Sandburg

“Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.”
~ Carl Sandburg

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