
Here’s a great seasonal poem by Floyd Skloot:
Autumn Equinox
I feel my body letting go of light
drawn to the wisdom of a harvest moon.
I feel it welcoming the lengthening night
like a lover in early afternoon.
My dreams are windfall in a field gone wild.
I gather them through the lengthening night
and when they have all been carefully piled
my body begins letting go of light.
Indian summer to leaf-fall to first frost
the memories that were carefully piled
become the dreams most likely to be lost.
My dreams are windfall in a field gone wild
now that memory has abandoned them,
now that Indian summer, leaf-fall, first frost
have become the same amazing autumn
skein of those dreams most likely to be lost.
I feel my body letting go of light.
I feel it welcoming the lengthening night,
the windfall of dreams that have long been lost
to Indian summer, leaf-fall, and first frost.
