Dancing on the stones of the earth
Celebrating the changing seasons
Swaying in the light of the moon
Becoming one with the night
A poem for the first day of autumn…my favourite season 🙂
As day and night fall into balance
And the leaves fall from the trees
The cold, crisp air does awaken
The need for reflection within me.
My mind searches in earnest for stillness
My spirit cries out for peace
So into nature I venture
Only then will the urgent need cease.
Once immersed in the transitional season
I can contemplate to my hearts content
Turning my gaze inwards, thinking
Over how my year, thus far, has been spent.
I think of the web of connection
Of the bonds grown through synergy
And of the secret places I’ve found inspiration
This is the magic of autumn for me.
The autumn snow fell in colours of gold and brown and rust, crunching underfoot, like the dried bones of the dead.