Showing posts with label astrology poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label astrology poem. Show all posts

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Goddess Save the Queen!



An Autumn Equinox Poem

© 2017 by Joyce Mason


You come on leaves gently blowing
air crisping
grapes ripening
carousel colors streaming
rich shades cavorting
sounds whispering the gestation of snowflakes.

You are sensuous, ripe, bounty.
Your grand entrance, fashionably on time
same time each year
long awaited
a lover returning from the Other Seasons
and the Other Side
too long gone
outshining the other times of year
not meaning to.

Queen Libra, gentle figurehead
of ardor and fairness
grant me sanctuary
for the one month
I feel at home
in the Monarchy of Love, Beauty,
Sweetness and Connection
Balanced by your Golden Scales.
I lean in for the Kiss of Venus.

~~~

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Sunday, August 20, 2017

Eclipsed



Poem © 2017 by Joyce Mason

We travel the world
to stand under its path of totality.
We risk our sight to see the Light blotted out.
Dramatic total darkness—it’s lore and legend,
hopes and fears—captivates the entire planet,
brings life to a standstill
necks craned, eager to watch the Cosmic Lack of Light Show.

Back in everydayness, smaller versions of this divine shadow,
This light/dark reset, occur at least daily or whenever we want them:

Sunrise/sunset
the solstices
and any time we close our eyes
To enter into the holiness of darkness and silence
which does not eclipse our light
but renews it.

~~~

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Sunday, September 20, 2015

Mercury Retrograde Autumn





Poem © 2015 by Joyce Mason




Moon and Ceres kiss in Capricorn:
I look back to see how 
and what I have nurtured—fed.
Sun, North Node and Juno
Travel together in trio
opposite Vesta.
How have I held the flame,
my Olympic torch
toward new directions?

Autumn and the shift
from summer growth
remind us:
What we harvest depends on
what we plant and feed
and the direction we are headed.

So many planets in trine:
A symphony of weaving past, present
and future

Loud as falling leaves
No one time/space more important
Than the other—
Time Dancing as
One.

~~~

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