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Autumn’s Child

Night time falls soft upon the Earth

Like a shroud for he who lies dormant until the lithe Spring

Balance of light to dark becomes bent and rounds until the cold is spent

Leaves touched gold by faerie hands, turn old and red and fall upon the ground

 Autumnal triumph once again is welcomed with open arms by those who hear

The Harvest Moon, is a greeting from my mother, that warms me

September’s equinox is the gateway to comfort

Bracing for the coolness, I step into the change and all of its splendor

Cloak wrapped tightly against the wind, there is magic liveliness in the air

Candles lit, the hearth is too, tea is made, & I am cozy, ready with a book, and a blanket

Renewal comes with the first cold as peace and silence return to the once bright world

This heart of sweet rich darkness is finally breathing, beating strong, and at home again

High above, the sand hill cranes call against the heavens once more

My mind rises, presenting itself to the trials of life

-The Lady

 

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