By Michele Mekel WAKING WILD

A Prayer For The Autumnal Equinox

By Michele Mekel  

The shrivelling vines are laden with ripened fruit,
pregnant with the seeds of the next be-ginning.

Pacha Mama’s resplendent robes burst into flame,
just before she answers the irresistible call of deep slumber.

Days grow chill and the veil thins, as the brisk breath of the ancestors
combs leaves from the boughs of the standing talls.

The sun takes early leave to ride the western sky, and
autumn’s misty, moon-lit nights silently slink in to fill the void.

We arrive, though, at a fleeting instance of balance,
when light and dark are equals in the realm of the heavens.

It is the briefest of gaps between life’s cycles,
before the wheel turns once more.

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  1. I love this poem. It truly speaks to me, and I loved every word, but especially the
    third stanza referring to the standing talls. It is just lovely.

    More please!

    Mary Ann Wildwood

  2. Mary Ann, thank you from the soul! Huge Metta. – Michele

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