Sunday, September 21, 2014

Headline Poem 9/21/14 -- The Fall Equinox

The Fall Equinox 

has been 
wrapping 
itself around my 
thick, fragile skin 
for almost
  thirty-eight years,
smiling as I welcome it in,
blanketing me with 
abundance, balancing me 
with 
fresh fruit from the harvest,
and 
encouraging me 
to 
reap what I sow. 
It is because of Fall 
that I know 
the beauty of devastation 
and pain 
and magic and goodness, 
and what September rain 
feels like 
as it trickles and plummets 
and gorges and sweeps,
nestling itself right where 
it's supposed to be,
in between the yellow heat 
of Summer, and the 
white Winter snow.