Ripe

An Autumn Equinox Poem

© 2022 by Joyce Mason

 

I fall off the tree

full of myself

so ripe my essence overflows

oozes back to Earth.

I cannot dam my seeping vitality.

I am the chasing arrows of cosmic creation.

 

I am fullness bearing my own fruit.

I am the autumn of my life,

the autumn of every life cycle,

I am the juice of my own potential.

I will not miss this bloated moment,

fullness over-the-top.

To miss it is to rot,

to cycle without harvest

to stifle everything I can be:

a magical explosion of me-a-tivity.

 

~~~

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A Taste of Autumn 2020

Poem © 2020 by Joyce Mason

 

Choking on the smoke of environmental backlash,

I smell autumn beyond the notes of ash and human misery.

A nascent fall breeze sneaks into late summer to say hello.

 

My toes curl at the prospect of clean air blowing dried leaves

in eye-candy colors.

My heart skips a beat as childhood adages ride the wind.

“All good things come to an end.”

All bad things, too.

 

We sit on Libra’s Scales of Balance savoring a tiny appetizer of tomorrow.

Autumn, the Season of Fruition lets go everywhere in Technicolor and Panavision as we must for new winters, springs and summers to recur; their lessons from both beauty and tragedy to revive and rebuild us once more for another thrilling ride on the Roller Coaster known as the Wheel of Life.

 

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Photo Credits:  Autumn Wheel © Kaedeenari | Dreamstime.com; Libra Scales © Tatianakost | Dreamstime.com.

Autumn/Fall Seesaw

Poem ©2018 by Joyce Mason

Wiping the sweat of Virgo off my brow,

I flash back to summer: fast growth, Sun and Moon rulers chasing their unruly children into new experiences on life’s playground.

I stop, breathe in all the blues and blessings of the last season.

Sit for me on the other side of Libra’s Scale.

Balance with me, the ups and downs of this teeter-totter life.

Watch your growth whiz by in the replay.

Take a deep breath, exhale and make room for what’s to come:

autumn, such beauty it borders on pain.

The heart-expanding Season of Gratitude melting into the Rebirth of Light.

This seesaw, Zodiac Circle always perfect if we have the eyes

to see what we saw.

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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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Gorge-us: An Autumn Equinox Poem

© 2014 by Joyce Mason

Trees so stuffed

they spit acorns
at my innocent bystander house.

Squirrels hit the jackpot,

gather their winnings

for winter feasts in hidden dreys.

Oaks aren’t the half of it.

Maples scream red-oranges.

Quaking aspens strike so much gold;

they quiver.

I worry, long after Virgo,

that I’ll never be able

to sort or digest

such blazing beauty--

colors, food, richness
busting out all over--

to find its nugget of truth.

Yet in my basket

from the farmer’s market

lies evidence of miracles.

Just seeds in spring,

 no other analysis needed.

I look to my own life

boggled by six months' growth

with all of autumn

still to gorge on.

~~~

Photo Credit: © pilipphoto - Fotolia.com

Want my outlook for Autumn? Read Autumn 2014: The Heart of Beauty on the Harmonic Concordance Blog.

Harvests: An Autumn Equinox Poem

© 2013 by Joyce Mason

All Rights Reserved

Not all autumns

are created equal.

Bounty

varies in volume,

impact.

Every year

has its ripenings,

completions.

Then there are the harvests

that build on all the others:

the Full Harvest Moons

of Your Life

the autumns

you have been waiting for

since the day you were born.

They burst you

into the cornucopia

you were always meant to be.

Is this one of them?

~~~

Photo Credit: Cornucopia © Acik - Fotolia.com

Equinox Poem: “Autumn Me”

 

© 2012 by Joyce Mason

All Rights Reserved

Cool breezes call me

to the autumn of my soul

farmer’s market of inner bounty

so overdone;

it’s almost obscene.

Colors so wanton

they put rainbows to shame.

I drink it all in

from gourds of change

smell the fall flowers of my bloom.

Flashbacks come

vibrant as the market scene

and leaves starting to burnish.

Déjà-vu: I see who

I was last winter

the seeds of becoming

planted in spring

the summer growth

and now, the yield.

I yield to my ripeness

bow to the Libra Sun

the new balance in my being

until I shed my autumn leaf skin

for winter hibernation

become another New Me

once more

nature’s loving 

recycling loop.

Autumn is Me in Living Color

bursting with the courage

and accomplishment

of another year of living

from life’s full

palette of possibilities.

~~~

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Semi-Circle/Autumn Equinox

© 2011 by Joyce Mason

All Rights Reserved

Turning point:
leaves
floating
changing
Cardinal reds
breeze cooling

Inside myself
I harvest
the learning
another year’s growing
reaping my sowing

mourning the loss
of beauty peaking
just before dying
comfort seeking

trusting rebirth
 

the circle completing
another half-turn
come Spring:

“To everything …”

~~~

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