“In spring, hundreds of flowers; in autumn, a harvest moon; In summer, a refreshing breeze; in winter, snow will accompany you. If… — Mu-mon Copy Share Image
Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver Drips shimmering Over the garden nights, Death, the gray mocker, Comes and whispers to… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
There's Carol like a rolling car, And Martin like a flying bird, And Adam like the Lord's First Word, And Raymond like… — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share Image
“But what after all is one night? A short space, especially when the darkness dims so soon, and so soon a bird… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
The harvest moon has no innocence, like the slim quarter moon of a spring twilight, nor has it the silver penny brilliance… — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes and roofs of villages, on woodland crests and their aerial neighborhoods of nests deserted,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“The hot humid day had followed the sun westward, leaving a cool midnight breeze. The sky, God’s special gift to the sailor,… — Lawrence K. Laswell Copy Share Image
Anyone who knows music knows that Neil is about as real as it can get, and this along with seeing him perform… — Jim James Copy Share Image
“It was a dead swan. Its body lay contorted on the beach like an abandoned lover. I looked at the bird for… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
“Outside, the moon is up - the harvest moon over harvest fields. It casts a sheen upon the empty stubbles, the bare… — Adrian Bell Copy Share Image
“On this night of the Harvest Moon. They tossed bones into the “Bone Fire” and asked the yellow moon to shine its… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
So we live in our old van Travel all across this land Me and you We'll end up hand in hand Somewhere… — Brian Wright Copy Share Image
And Fall, with her yeller harvest moon and the hills growin' brown and golden under a sinkin' sun. — Roy Bean Copy Share Image
“Shine and shimmer my Harvest Moon, illuminate the shadows in the sky.” — A.F. Stewart Copy Share Image
“Every fifteen minutes or so the harvest moon would bleed through the tourniquet of cloud cover that conspired to squeeze every droplet… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
