Today the Autumn whistles through me – Brown, grey and scarlet branched – It rustles in my soul. Crows cry and stone crumbles, Dark descends and depths of energy flare incandescent in the shadow of the year.
The cool air carries a thin hint of fennel on this early Autumn morning as I sit outside sipping smoky black coffee. A yellow leaf falls from a birch tree. The church bell chimes in the village. This is the run up to the Equinox, Mabon. On my kitchen table there is a basket of […]
Just look at this fantabulous picture of the botanical gardens over there: Falling Leaves, Minsk Botanical Garden, Belarus. Photo by Vlad Sokolov— with Mahnaz Mahmoodabadi.
Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a great noise Of rustling all day Like rabbit and deer Running away. But the mountains I raise Elude my embrace, Flowing over my arms And into my face. I may load and unload Again and […]
Equinox. Take a look at this little jewel from the Bros Before Prose site! A tribute to the autumn weather, and this here is a tribute to their poetry. Bravo, keep going and may the muse be with you! * * * Related articles What are the dates of the twice […]