Friday, September 23, 2011

Autumnal Equinox

Smoke hangs like haze over harvested fields,





The gold of stubble, the brown of turned earth





And you walk under the red light of fall





The scent of fallen apples, the dust of threshed grain





The sharp, gentle chill of fall.





Here as we move into the shadows of autumn






The night that brings the morning of spring






Come to us, Lord of Harvest







Teach us to be thankful for the gifts you bring us ...
- Autumn Equinox Ritual