Sonnet to Autumn Equinox
Cormorant in two worlds
Through the doorway of the seasons,
we step we step
we step between the worlds.
From Her harvest
we gather strength
to turn the wheel
toward Her dark, Her dark, Her dark.
In our heart we remember
the beat the beat the beat.
Night and day, lovers equal.
Body, spirit, braid in balance.
Summer empties,
summer empties
summer empties into Autumn.
Great poem. Great photo