Eidolon Nights!

It's such a vermillion thing,
That old October harvest moon
Giving summer one last fling
Before autumn air sings the tune
Of pumpkin patch in morning mist
Pairing well with a row of trees
Whose leaves the gods of gold have kissed
By way of Borealis breeze...
Showing September to the door
And making room for winter sky
Where campfire embers may explore
A thermodynamic way to fly,
Borne by a flame of lunar hue,
Into a yonder of midnight blue!