The Owl and the Raven call to the Harvest Moon
As autumn winds send colored leaves to strewn
Flights of fanciful dreams awakened in the dark
As the light shines on the wings of love’s spark
Birds of a feather in the magic of truths’ knowing
Blissful in gratitude for the winds of change blowing
Sacred intuition says to accept the power of peace
While the earth shows us all life’s sweet release.