Equinox 2021
Clouds reach down to the gray sea,
the waters calm on a windless morning.
Trees begin their descent to root
as autumn approaches, birds returning
to the green grass of September.
A full moon, orange and bright
marks summer’s close, the time
to leave the high branches
and touch the ground once more.
The nights grow long
with solace in the dark
as winter stars rise.
Time to grow quiet
among fallen leaves,
listening to earth song
as the tone changes,
melody deepens
and the land sings
in minor chords
the blues of life.
Reading of “Among Falling Leaves” with music by Jack White
This is such a beautiful poem! Thanks Don!
Sitting in BoothBay Maine on a Sunday afternoon in Autumn is a perfect setting for such a descriptive and expressive poem. Thanks Don.
Blues of life, indeed. 3Cs, Choice, Chance and Change… it’s all we got in my experience. I Trust others will join us in our Earth blues and effect the Change for our Mother Earth we can make together in a Good Way.
Here in New Zealand earth warms. On every hand, all nature heralds blossom, leaf, and bud. The winter has been kind, enjoyable, and restful. I am so very thankful to remain a living soul through all seasons.
Gorgeous, as always, Don. Love this changing of seasons—now the downpour of rain washing away summer’s dust, lured inside to cozy up to the fireplace and perhaps listen to the piano’s blues with a lovely glass of cab.
Don…so evocative this is! The coming of winter; this poem makes me look forward to it! (smile)
Don, you are observant and able to describe the beauty of the new season. Thanks.
Thanks, Don. We missed the warmth and encouragement of the harvest full moon for a string of cloudy nights above our back porch, but “Among Falling Leaves” brought that comfort to us. We press onward into the autumn.
You have expressed the essence of the season quite accurately Don, I can feel the change…..