On the day of the Autumn Equinox

 

I’ve often heard the wind whispering to the trees, but I’ve never listened closely enough to what she had to say.

Until now.

Today I pause... I listen and I hear it.

I hear the wind as she wraps herself around the branches of the trees and whispers to the leaves,

“do you want to dance?”

I watch then as she pulls the leaves into her arms, twirling and lifting and guiding them around a sunset-coloured dance floor, where yellows and oranges and reds already lay sleeping.

And I want to join in;

I want to run and twirl and lift the leaves into my hands.

To throw them in the air and watch them land gracefully upon the fire-tinted ground.

I want to feel alive, just like these leaves do, even as they change and fall and

slowly fade. I want to let myself go, to face the wind and to warm myself in the

fiery sunset beneath my feet.

Yes, I want to join in.

And today I have watched, I have listened and I can hear the

rhythm. And now it is time for me to dance...

to the beat of autumn’s heart.

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On the day of the Autumn Equinox - a poem I wrote back in 2024 for my 2025 calendar

Becky Hemsley 2024

Artwork by Alena Mosina

Source: Becky Hemsley Poetry on Facebook