Best Equinox Poems
Written for the Avebury Gorsedd, 24th September 2016
I wish you well...
I’m here, again…
Come riding in, upon the western wave
My hair all wove with golden leaves, my breast
As pale as moonlight on a hidden grave
And all the sins of summer long confessed
I come, again…
In sweeping skirts, with white swan feathers strewn
To brush the summer dust from weary grass
Make ash of aspen, damp the flame of noon
Before the frost freeze water into glass
I bring, to you…
Windfallen apples, berries from the hedge
Long shadows on the barrows, and the chalk
Wild winds to stir the willows and the sedge
And mist, and myth, down every path you walk
I’m here, again…
The promise of the harvest to fulfil
The energy of autumn, streaming through
The swirling springs that spiral round the hill
To drench the land in red and russet hue
I come, again…
Between the longest day and shortest night
To fill the blood and marrow of your bones
With all the orange glory of the light
Before the dark descend upon the stones
I bring, to you…
A cornucopia of ripened fruit
Dark juices of the vine in bottles bright
To nourish soul and body, to transmute
Your thought to dream, your dream to second sight
For I am She…
Am Autumn writ, in every field and tree
Am mistress of the Owl and running Hare
So yield unto my kiss, and blesséd be
And dance with me, oh Druid, if you dare…
@ Gail Foster 23rd September 2016
As the weather softly turns
Beckoning in the Equinox
Clusters of colourful bulbs
Dance and sway in the breeze
Eagles swoop up on thermals
Flying high until they are specks
Golden feathers gleaming amid
Heather glowing white on the hills
Indigo skies with puffy clouds
Jutting into various shapes
Kale drift by lazily snapping flies
Luscious grasses adorn the meadows
Mushrooms appear nestled under trees
Nightingales sweetly sing in Spring
Osprey dive deep for fish
Plunging in time and again
Quaint old fashioned flowers
Radiant with rainbow colours
Spread rampant in the beds
Tulips dip and bow in greeting
Under the hosta's a dormouse lives
Velvet nose twitching the air
Watching out for birds of prey
Xanado bathed in sunshine highlights
Yellow buttercups which coat the ground as
Zenith of Spring soon now will fade away.
At
winter’s
departure -
though I feel glad -
I must remember
that like human beings,
Mother Nature needs a rest
from her growing season; she will
reawaken at spring equinox,
shaking off her pretty white lace blanket.
For the vernal season, Mother Nature
dons her most beautiful green dresses.
From month to month I see her change
adornments - in March subtle;
In April and May, though,
she’s her fanciest
as colorful
buds peek out
from her
gown!
March 29, 2016 for the Celebration Contest of Shadow Hamilton
Toss the ground around make the colours stand out loud
Rub your fairy boots in the dust, the autumn leaf is a must
The air has a nip that makes your cheeks aglow
The wheel turns now way before the snow
Rustic colours tumble and fall
How do you prepare for it all
Pull out the jumpers
Stoke the timbers high
Dont forget to look up at the sky
The dreamers are here
The wheel keeeps on going around
Souls Gather here on the earthly ground
Hark all the elements are Making a beautiful sound
Drums roll and the Fires are lit to Roar
Okay here it comes the new season you were waiting for
Lets gather around and come and celebrate and honour
Take an eternal vow before our Father and Mother
Oh how the wheel turns my soul
Makes me light aflame inside
My meditation is whole now I can abide!
Spitfire and fireworks sparklers will light and be burning
Time will always be told and the wheel will still be turning.....
All things being equal, as they are upon this day,
The time of light and that of dark equivalent of span,
We sat upon the beaten bench above the traffic crawl,
Sipping from the draining hours as they broke and ran.
Aloft the terraced houses, huddled ramshackle and spent,
A shepard sky of red delight beneath the stars above,
As dimly they revealed themselves when night came closing in,
Soft focused glitterati beads that shone on fledgling love.
And looking in her eyes I thought of all that was to come,
Of all the kingdoms I might walk if she were at my side,
Bedazzled by her tilting head, the bronze cascade of hair,
A chisel jimmied in my heart and snapped it open wide.
All things being equal, as they were that vernal point,
When spring had risen in her breast and sang within my head,
Little did we realise these moments had a twin,
Equality in darker terms when Autumn dared to tread.
Stars form patterns to Ancient's Zodiac.
Creatures emerge, especially the snake.
Mayan watchers see the serpent go back,
Back into the earth at Equinox break.
What portends, only prophesies can make.
Past the temple is Astronomer's dome.
There prophets see futures where the stars roam.
Asterisms flicker
one sleek obsidian night;
solstice slips away
Snowdrop shoots nosing
petals into bitter winds;
first whispers of spring
Sparkling laughter runs
among the pebbles and reeds;
melt-water music
Bright blue, wet green days
wash away winters lather;
vernal equinox.
Listless, the rains come falling on empty hands.
Ashen hands, that stirred the last embers, worried
the skies would not give way against the raging sun
even though the forecast called and called, no rains.
Entering like ants, the clouds wisp and invade.
Quiescence of smoke, like camouflage for sky
unclear of intent to blind or hunt or cackle,
illicit due to negligence and addressed the same,
nebulous rain, becomes our hoped for refrain.
Outside the mirror of our longing for rest, exploded
X-fire in color, sound and fire, progress toward our prayers.
8-27-2012
The balance tips toward the light.
Now is the time to start
A journey or a garden bed;
Plant with a happy heart
The seeds of dreams. Wake, senses, wake!
Smell the moist soil that brings
Forth juicy green from its dark depth.
Hear how the river sings;
The waters nourish and renew.
Feel gentle balmy breeze
Caress your skin. See sun’s bright light
Awaken grass and trees.
Now taste the joy. And like the earth
You are refreshed and new
And full of energy to plant,
Begin, create, and do.
3/17/2017
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born.
The odd uneven time—Sylvia Plath
End Of August
The end of August is oh so near
Yet, another day of golden sun scorches
Another day with ruby rays that sear
Wild brush burns like fiery torches
No not an exaggeration, a flambeau
Blistering heat blankets my tawny skin
Sweltering August, I bid you adieu
Foliage dry and brittle; sunken in
Squinting eyes, blinded bright
Awaiting shadows that stretch and deepen
Sun flowers once vivid, lost in a haze of light
Autumn creeps in imperceptibly subtle, sublimely
Ablaze are the arid western skies
The evening west's sun takes its time, rashly, untimely
Yellow aglow, settling sights of fires belies
Lingering sun setting its rouge rage lust
Harbinger of the season to come
Equinox heralds a sign,
in the end of August
today
snow falls tomorrow
spring equinox
Spring begins as a spring, the roads shining wet, the earth desultory floats the water as
the lawns are pricking green welcoming the Spring. At dawn the birds chatter with delight
at the worms' awful plight while commuters mutter imprecations to one and all as if
weather lore will do for us all, until they remember the Easter holiday that still seems so
far off as the weather seems to be spoiling our lot.
Snow shovels the warm dry sunny weather we had for over a week far away as it reminds
us of its power to be bloody awkward of its own accord.
In Spring we all fancy a smile that is not wry and weather to warm our bodies and souls
after a grotty winter. Let us Hope!
Northern hemisphere
Farewell to long days of light
Darkness, equinox
Sun decrees our destiny
Nature yawns and people sigh.
Equinox Talks
As Spring Knocks,
In March Hypnosis,
Wearing Orange Socks,
Show of Toetal Happiness,
Tweet, Sweet Robin Chirp Rocks,
Twolip, Tulip Crocus Finesse,
Break Out of Winter's Box,
Sights of Blossoms Caress,
Spring Sprung, No Hoax,
In Purim Costumes Dress,
Fine Weather Un-Cloaked,
Smiles Access, No More Ice Stress!
charmed mystic forest
red flame leaves and foliage
set epical love
For Autumn Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Laura Loo
Second Place
September 19, 2016