equinox

[tsriker]

autumn is born in balance
sun and moon, light and night
promising ripe fields,
nodding graases lush with seed
branches fruit-bent, heavy,
maple and white oak leaves
kindling gentle fires
harvest time is richness
feast days for our eyes,
for our souls
i feel all if it, all of
this,
this
eternal moment
high tide of this year,
as days begin to ebb
as night, silent,
rises
this pear is so sweet to me,
these berries perfection
yet i smell chill winds,
harken to fading birdsong
autumn
my season, my life
every second passing
a gift, never returning
my love burns brighter,
my blood hotter,
knowing
accepting
the coming winter
and each precious spring
so many,
so few
i hope still to see