Summoned by the harvest moon
To roam this late September night,
I listen to the haunting tune
Of crickets, witched by lantern-light.

And though my legs begin to ache, 
My faith is stronger still by far —
The only path that I can take
Is sanguined by an orange star.  

I search the shadows for a sign,
A vespertine epiphany;
I bow as one before a shrine —
A night in autumn symphony. 

Summoned by the harvest moon,
I stand before its might at last —  
A sign of evens coming soon,
A time of magic unsurpassed. 

[K. A. Opperman is a poet, artist, and treasure-hunter residing in southern California. He is best known as the author of the 3-volume ‘Poems for Halloween’ series published by Jackanapes Press.]