waning harvest moon

even as she begins to wane from full

harvest moon sheds glow brighter

than cool over the lawn

as though first winter snow had spread

a patchwork quilt of and dark

reflected moonlight and shadow

as she filters her gift through naked

and still-leafed branches

fat colors

 something more than the pale purple

dense cloudy sky

something about the color of earth

objects themselves

trees, grass—fattened

thicker as though osmosis

had already taken on water

and changed their reflective surface

even before the clouds had dropped

their rain