The sun’s setting quicker
I am feeling some kind of way
Not melancholy
Not the plushness of joy
Acceptance
Yes acceptance
Santosha as the yogis say
And soul felt gratitude
For being alive
Now
The harvest moon seems brighter
As there are less
Leaves, branches, structures
Obstructing its light
Illumination calls us to
Gather
Yes gather
Thought, belief, food, trauma, love
Sowing what was planted
And nurtured
Here