Ostinato of Autumn
The change from summer to autumn
came rattling at my windows,
sounding in the trees
like the ocean’s breaking waves
and I lay there listening,
with an anxiety
not felt for many months and moons,
to nature’s symphony.
You lay next to me,
flesh white and cool
with goose bumps
asking to be covered.
Sounds of your breathing,
the restless night, brought comforting images of
saw and bow and I giggled, silently.
How I do love you,
you with the gift for ostinato.
Here it is,
softened by elements so warm,
autumnal winds raise skirts and flags
as the equinox opens wide the door
inviting itself in.
King cups incubating underground
await the winter chills to come and pass
before their faces break to the light again.
Yet for now, it’s Mabon’s time.
Tread softly into completion,
as the natural world calls for gentleness
while all around rages, freezes then thaws….
before Ostara comes our way once more.
Your wheel is whatever you make it….
within your perfect equilibrium.