Equinox Full The colours of the evolving year  sleep behind the dark of night. Harvest Moon pivots perfectly,  balanced on a star. Lovers say not a word, for none make sense  here, near this coming Equinox. It's good to slip gently into this good night and listen to the message of the scrying owls; they have much to teach, we have more to learn, our colours of bodacious Autumn to explore.

Equinox Full
The colours of the evolving year
sleep behind the dark of night.
Harvest Moon pivots perfectly,
balanced on a star.
Lovers say not a word, for none make sense
here, near this coming Equinox.
It’s good to slip gently into this good night
and listen to the message of the scrying owls;
they have much to teach,
we have more to learn,
our colours of bodacious Autumn to explore.

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