Blue Moon

O those moons!
Two of ‘em in a month,
big and round like those Os in October.

October begins with a moon,
the harvest moon, big and round,
like that first O In October,

burnt orange in a pale blue sky.
Its light makes shadows of long low limbs
on deer sheltering there in October.

October ends with a moon,
The Hunter’s Moon, the Blue Moon
like that second O In October

on all Hallows’ Eve, a pumpkin lit within.
Shadows are darker now.
Other things shelter there in October.

The Harvest Moon,
The Hunter’s Moon,
The Blue Moon—
O those moons!