Tuesday, September 21, 2021

Autumn Equinox

by G. Jack Urso


in mid-August, the leaves begin to change

an almost imperceptible metamorphosis

then, the first flocks of geese honks its way south


by late-September the crickets still holding on

are stragglers who’ve yet to find mates

their once deafening sound slowly surrenders to silence


bodies of water release the warmth

they’ve gathered all summer long

as fog when the cold mornings set in


reaping, the Harvest Moon 

gathers what was sown

leaving the Earth brown and withered


the summer season sloughs off

just as winter knocks

on the door of the autumn equinox 

Spoken word version by the author. Hosted on the Aeolus 13 Umbra Sound Cloud channel.

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  1. An ending, or a beginning. . .Enjoyed the poem, best poem I've read in decades. The pictures of the moon give the piece that tangible visual element.