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Poem for the equinox

September 27, 2011

From the misty fells,

three wanderers on a bright summer night.

One wore sodden red Converse.

There was no path, only a lemming’s trail

on the hillslope.

I lay in the tent and watched

mosquitoes dancing.

.

The tropics rain like waterfalls,

their Hadley cells shroud the sky.

Iceland’s outlaws left their names

on shattered plains; a cairn marks bones.

Night falls frozen on New Zealand;

In black infinity blaze countless stars,

on Earth my one light flickers.

.

In the laughter of clear water,

silence;

in the flux of wind,

stillness;

in the strangeness of new earth,

peace.

.

But now is the season

when paths wind homeward,

the air breathes melodies

for hands joined in dance,

scattered sparks kindle flames

to make a hearth-fire,

bread is baking, stone soup bubbles.

.

These things make autumn:

fire in the trees,

fire in the hearth,

fire in the heart, warming for winter.

Light on the water of the lake

as we watch sunset together;

Summer’s boots wait muddy by the door.

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One Comment leave one →
  1. September 27, 2011 10:44 pm

    Wonderful.

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