I feel my body letting go of light

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.