Autumn Equinox Poem: “Falling”

© 2016 by Joyce Mason

Fruits and leaves

fall from the trees

dropping us,

sometimes gently,

sometimes with a thud,

from the growing season:

transition from harvest to withering.

Within one quarter

we go from fully ripe

to shedding what is fulfilled

preparing us

for the coma season

where we regenerate underground,

sprout new facets of ourselves

in the dark pseudo-death of winter,

resurrection invisible until

buds of new beginnings

break out of our earthen cell blocks in spring.

In-between times are sacred,

call for faith:

the trust game for team-building

where you fall backwards

into the arms of your friends

face your own fears on whether they’ll catch you.

The Circle of the Seasons

will catch you always.

The blaring beauty of autumn

reminds us:

this happens

over and over again

as predictable as dawn and dusk

the two in-between times

we meet every day.

Contemplate what you need to let go.

Let it fall gently.

There’s no reason to worry.

You’ll see colors again so vivid:

Ecstatic eye glare.

This Technicolor Life has unending sequels.

~~~

Photo Credit: Couple Tree and Falling Leaves © Khunaspix | Dreamstime.com

Want to see more autumn poems by The Radical Virgo? Enjoy these offerings from the past five years:

Mercury Retrograde Autumn (2015)

Gorge-us: An Autumn Equinox Poem (2014)

Harvests: An Autumn Equinox Poem (2013)

Equinox Poem: “Autumn Me” (2012)

Semi-Circle: Autumn Equinox (2011)

And a practice worth repeating: Autumn: Meditation on Wild Gratitude (2014)