"The harvest moon has no innocence, like the slim quarter moon of a spring twilight, nor has it the silver penny brilliance of the moon that looks down upon the resorts of summer time. Wise, ripe, and portly, like an old Bacchus, it waxes night after night." ~ Donald Culross Peattie

While hiking around Lockett Meadow and the Upper Basin Trail, near Flagstaff, Arizona, I looked up through the golden-green aspen leaves so see the waxing harvest moon still lingering in the sky.