Today, Night and Day stand shoulder to shoulder, perfectly balanced. Tomorrow, Day will bow to Night and turn, relinquishing her power for another round of the seasons, stepping into the shadows. She has had a glorious reign, and we pause now to give thanks for the bounty of it and to reflect on balance, on thresholds, on ends, and on beginnings.
Happy Fall, my loves. May you find yourself cozy and warm until Day steps forward again.
Autumn
A touch of cold in the Autumn night—
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.
Happy fall, Vanessers! Yay for lovely poems, brightly colored leaves and cozy sweaters.
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