indigo echoes unravel the equinox air,
a lone key glints where daylight thins,
guiding you toward the quiet that waits..
.
that again
my meander
must
through thoze
chilly mornz
autumn
fantisize'n
and 'bout winter'z
cold plodz
cloak'd
dream'n uv thuh vernal'z bloom
glitter
mime
light pulses around me
perfect calm
God’s breath
Vernal Equinox
This is a day for picking up
that cast-aside poetry book
about dreams deferred, its clarity
a balm to your chafing heart.
This is a day for cabernet or single
malt scotch, as you sit, dressed in
flannel PJs beside a crackling fire.
Let the day-long rain clean windows
wash streets, coax roots, feed seeds,
kiss buds keen to burst into blossoms.
Let Winter’s protracted discontent pass
and Spring give birth to hope.
They came one by one.
Together they were marching to the tune.
Their party hats and spoons.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
Ichi Katauta: “First Value: Love of Closure”
harlequin stage, left
vibrance peels a tapestry
the wilted absolved its grounds
Ni Katauta: “Second Value: Love of Survival”
squirrels store the scavenged
empty nests v-shapes southward
healthy surrenders the weak
Sedokada: “Sixth Evaluation: Love of Perpetuity"
bunnies graced the moles
foxes leap at the snowbound
bears, closeted in caverns
finesse touch canvassed
barren wastelands abiding
instants of sunlight’s promise
Cloudless skies endless,
gardens blooming in colors,
summer solstice warm_
Love a picnic in the shade,
and lazy long forest walks !
Until trees let go,
of their lovely decayed leaves,
to dance, fly and prance_
I love collecting those leaves,
in the autumn's equinox !
Then, comes biting winds,
and lacy snowflakes falling,
winter solstice ice_
Cold walks with fireplaces to warm,
'till spring equinox divine !
IN THE EQUINOX OF CHANGE
It seems like the spring
I waited for has betrayed me;
Leaving a verisimilitude
Of the season,
Due to the vicissitudes
Sown in today’s
Rogue political climate:-
However, it’s a rooted reality,
That changes happen, whether
We believe they do, or do not:
The day that’s coming,
Will become today,
And this today,
Will become yesterday:-
Thus, in the labors of love,
In the present and coming seasons,
Sowing and reaping divine fruits of hope,
Let us ensure that springing justice,
Balancing in God’s sojourning navigation,
Will be blooming in past yesterdays,
And their future tomorrows:-
Amber, crimson, golden light,
A painter's dream, a wondrous sight.
The autumn wind, a whispered song,
Where rustling leaves all dance along.
The Equinox, a fleeting spell,
Its blessings cast, its stories tell.
In fleeting hues, the trees bestow,
A fleeting fire before the snow.
The branches shed their summer’s past,
And weave a quilt so rich, so vast.
A tapestry upon the ground,
Where nature’s colors bloom unbound.
Soft footsteps crunch the season’s gift,
As children leap and laughter lifts.
They chase the breeze in wild delight,
While leaves swirl golden in their flight.
A symphony of rustling sound,
A fleeting beauty, so profound.
Each leaf a note, a whispered cheer,
That marks the passing of the year.
The trees may bare their souls to frost,
Yet never is their splendor lost.
For in this blaze, so brief yet bright,
Lives Autumn’s grace, its last respite.
And when the morning sky turns gray,
The leaves remain where once they lay.
A golden sea in slumber deep,
Where autumn’s dreams drift off to sleep.
.
i pick'd her the
hand full uv
purple crocusez
such thuh image
az she stared at
spring'z first
uv
many more to
come
pluperfect
easy to
imagine
Libra,
Astrological, Balance.
Constellation, Delicate, equinox.
Flexibility, Gracious, harmonious, Kilter
Level, Mythical, Narrative
Order, Precarious
Quality
Autumn Equinox
Autumn Equinox has fallen out of Summer;
Cooling heat horizontal breeze ever so lovely, autumn;
Embrace me season harvest;
Kiss me soul gentle caresses;
All that I see, spring/summer green;
Summer has fallen tinting orange, yellow, brown foliage Scene;
Welcome embrace:
Autumn Equinox has graced;
8/21/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
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.
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
Blossoms,
pink and cherry,
alabaster and puce,
herald the vernal equinox.
Sol arabesques lightly on His tightrope,
balancing His time equally,
stirring His audience
to burst forth with
blossoms.
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