Meditation after the Autumn Equinox
A maple sapling with a spiral bole:
A corkscrew coiled by a jealous vine
Might be a serpent for all that I can see
Rising out of that bramble of barberry.
Now that I am living in the woods
Where trees have grown up all around me,
I wish the leaves would fall, that one
Blind wind would blow them all away,
Where trees have grown up all around me,
I wish the leaves would fall, that one
Blind wind would blow them all away,
Make way for sunshine and the stars of Libra
So I might view the fallen tree trunks clearly,
Moss edged, and the gold and brown confetti
Of strewn foliage before solstice is upon us
So I might view the fallen tree trunks clearly,
Moss edged, and the gold and brown confetti
Of strewn foliage before solstice is upon us
