October Song

Today the Autumn whistles through me – Brown, grey and scarlet branched – It rustles in my soul. Crows cry and stone crumbles, Dark descends and depths of energy flare incandescent in the shadow of the year.

The Equinox is Coming

The cool air carries a thin hint of fennel on this early Autumn morning as I sit outside sipping smoky black coffee. A yellow leaf falls from a birch tree. The church bell chimes in the village. This is the run up to the Equinox, Mabon. On my kitchen table there is a basket of …

Fancy a Trip to Minsk?

Just look at this fantabulous picture of the botanical gardens over there: Falling Leaves, Minsk Botanical Garden, Belarus. Photo by Vlad Sokolov— with Mahnaz Mahmoodabadi.

Leaves.

Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a great noise Of rustling all day Like rabbit and deer Running away. But the mountains I raise Elude my embrace, Flowing over my arms And into my face. I may load and unload Again and …

Equinox

        Equinox. Take a look at this little jewel from the Bros Before Prose site! A tribute to the autumn weather, and this here is a tribute to their poetry. Bravo, keep going and may the muse be with you! * * * Related articles What are the dates of the twice …