To the drone of cicadas on a scorching summer day, she draped herself in orange so she could hide among the day lilies. When the sun bent down to kiss the horizon, she ran to get a kiss, too. Mother Moon watched over her as she slept. In the morning, she awoke in a field among the ripening pumpkins. She drank some dew, then flew up into the trees to dance with the leaves. They loved her orange so much that they began to dress themselves in earthy colors, too, for the oncoming Harvest Moon Ball. They turned and pirouetted, dipped and curtsied, serenaded by crickets, caressed by the wind, until the night melded into eternity.
~text and self-portrait photo © by me~
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