Equinox

It is a shadow wind that rides the sky In late September; A Banshee lady scatters fallen leaves On walkway steps When Summer ends.... Goodbye to warmest memories And beachsand on the bathroom tiles. It is the Autumn Solstice that now demands The days to shorten into Winter; With light receding into dusky full-drawn curtains, In classrooms full of captured children Mourning Summer's freedom And seashells on a fire place ledge. It is a time of recompense - before December; Thanksgiving for the year's collection Whose bounty follows endlessly The leaner repast Of an Ice Queen's affection. Around a table bright with candles It is an ending and beginning A seasonal chameleon Changing as the patterns flow.... Roll on, Mother Earth