Harvest moon rises
On Friday the Thirteenth eve
Once in our lifetime
No need for superstition
Snow falls on the peaks
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Painting B&W edit: Dwight L. Roth
Frank Tassone asked us to write a Haikai poem about the Harvest Moon. This one is very unique in that it comes on Friday the Thirteenth. It has not done that since the 1800s. We missed it here due to the much needed rain that came through last evening.
