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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,


in the flux of wind,


in the strangeness of new earth,



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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  1. September 27, 2011 10:44 pm


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