Autumn’s not colored foliage or apple picking.
For some, a harvesting or hunting Moon.
Acorns falling like a broken clock tick-tocking.
“Eulogy” in Greek means a “good word,”
quietly spoken for things and people gone.
The equinox happens to all of us
at the same moment around the Earth.
Some things we share, and no one
can change that – no government, no person –
can change the always counter-clockwise moving forward.
Birds bumping into the screens and windows.
Did they feel the equinox bump us
into nesting season? The robins came early
and found snow covering the frozen worms.
I want to leave the nest now.
I went out to feel the equinox.
I raked leaves away from young shoots,
and connected the hose, washed away mud
until the walkway was clear. I wasn’t
gone long, but my coffee was cold.
A Libra, I supposedly seek that balance.
This week, an equinox to bring me
into my birthmonth, balance night and day.
Season of Earth tones, cool nights and
in another place it becomes green spring.