Seed-fall and the moon

For the dverse prompt. Another outing for Kerfe’s lovely owl moon painting.

Seed-fall and the moon

Seeds are falling by moonlight,
the dried and the ripe. Listen
to the rattling of pods, plants,
trees, casting their children adrift
in the wind from the south
that blows and blows and blows.

Seed-fall and the flutter of finches,
fat before winter famine. Listen
to the trilling as they roost, watching
through the thinning leaves, for owl beacons,
scouring the night on silent wings,
grey shadows beneath the ripe moon.