When the grackles came
moon was complete
she shone full and luscious
with promise
and grackles filled themselves
full emptying the feeder
even the lost bits tucked
between pebbles and mulch

And season changed
coyote strode across my path
in morning sun
dipping into bushes and rushes
lining the creek
covering his route
hiding his purpose

I swept away spider web
entangled with yellow leaves
and twigs loosened in
fall’s first wind,
the portal closed, lost
to the chill of change

In balance of night and day
I reach to you beyond
the milky way where we
sit on edge, a simple swash
of light compared to
your dazzling beam

With your healing
I rise with those who
walk in One light, who
speak with One voice, who
dance in One joy with you.

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Author’s Note:

Seasons change. As do we.

The Autumnal Equinox revealed an opening to me. It seems that in this equal stance, balancing between dark and light, it is possible to see with more clarity while trying not to fall completely into either dark or light.

As I move into longer nights and colder air, of sleeping insects and sluggish crawly creatures who understand this rhythm, a rhythm I have forgotten, I find myself beginning to remember.

It is about remembering. It is nothing new to find or discover. It has always been a part of me.

I welcome this insight, this peace of mind.

As the mystic Julian of Norwich shared in her thirteenth showing – but all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.

And I believe if all manner of thing shall be well, then all IS well right now – in all manner of things.

Peace and Light,

Lex