The approaching autumnal equinox marks the beginning of fall, and daylight equal to dark hours. This is typically a time to celebrate the summer bounty, though some say it is a time of grieving as summer ends and preparations are made for winter. The autumn equinox initiates a time to prepare a slower pace, space to rest and reflect.
On a goldfinch’s wing,
memory of spring.
Yellow wingstem,
swollen grape,
dropping buckeye,
sated snake.
A bed made,
the table set.
Eat.
Gorge.
Regret.
What was sown,
we reap.
Golden wheat.
Soon sleep.
With frost
and rot
our ready nest,
on our dream’s fledgling’s
place bets.
Hope.
Pray.
A fruitful season
of decay.
Later we will stir,
to days heavier
than night.
Until then
we grieve.
Mourn.
Save seed.
Again
we will rise
with the fiddle head,
the hungry hive.
Hush.
Listen.
A burial is near.
Our seen breath.
Death.
Welcome guest.
Lay with me
and
us rest.
