The Growing Season
©
2012 by Joyce Mason
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Sun mates with the
Moon’s sign
Cusp of Cancer
No time for
gestation.
Instant birth—
Summer.
Mystery permeates
the light/dark
merger
Hot, sizzling
rays send us
to our 4th
House womb
to seek shade,
darkness.
Beaches, water,
flowers full-bloom:
life calls us to
play
where we learn on
break
from our left
brains
but in the dark
the growing
season remembers
its work.
A new you beats
its embryonic heart
in night movies
and daydreams.
Who you are
becoming next
weighs in your
belly
heavy by Autumn
Equinox
water breaks
you harvest your
New Self
see others
renewed
all around you
fall in love:
Libra.
~~~
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2 comments:
Beautiful. I absolutely love the gestational parallels. Thank you for your passionate words and happy Summer Solstice!
So glad the poem spoke to you, Mary. Happy Solstice to you, too! I'm celebrating with my Solsisters group tonight, and I'm in the lucky position that my ceremonial partner is leading. I get to sit back and relax down by the river and let summer sink in!
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