Writings and Witterings

Autumn Equinox


The Welsh God, Mabon, celebrates
when day is equal to night.
Days grow darker,
nights grow longer
the sun’s power dies away.
Vermillion leaves yellow and fade
to amber.
Soak the leaves with paraffin,
inscribe with runes
–set them alight–

Dusk burns
with meadowsweet and myrrh.
Heavy vines, hefted by marching men
soft through town.
The harvest moon illumines
the harvesters’ way
to plentiful bread
and wine, carmine red.

‘Here’s to us and times a’plenty’.

Apple cider cinnamon days,
icy grey pale whey days
to All Hallows’ plight
eating soul cake through the night.
November comes,
gives way to spring,
when young
replenishes old,
the moon will rise twice and more

Polly Stretton © 2014


14 thoughts on “Autumn Equinox

  1. Nice one, Polly! 🙂 I like your ending. Hope it comes soon. Cheerz, UT


  2. When things get cold it is just another excuse to cuddle up.


  3. Reblogged this on Baldypoems and commented:
    ooh, I love this!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Wonderful Polly! I could feel the rhythm of a procession and as I were a part of it all. It makes me a little less sad to have summer ripped from my grasp. 🙂


  5. You have summed up my feelings exactly. Love this celtic and pagan stuff. I am off to Wales for a few days next week. Hope I feel some inspiration.


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