Earth Pathways Showcase

A pipistrelle parts day from night,
A barn owl hunts – silent and white.
This is the still time,
the tipping into autumn time.
Pile up the knitting!
Savour the stories and songs!
Kiss the toes of sleep!
Sing to the sun with her low-in-the-sky lips!
This is the eating-out-of-the-store-cupboard time,
bottled plums smiling gold,
chutney, jam and fruit cheese,
crisp dried apple and chewy pear.
This equinox I will meet the dark months laughing
with frosted breath,
waking late, like the sun
to follow her slow ride west.

Equinox © Jane Lewis 2023