Tomorrow rhymes with equal time.
magic of equilibrium -
it has not shun at equinox since '91...
Hairst, Harvest, Fall... festival
This is the second festival of the season of harvest - at the beginning of the harvest, at Lammas (1 August), winter retreated to its underworld, now at the Autumn Equinox, it comes back to earth. Harvest Home marks a time of rest after hard work, and a ritual of thanksgiving for the fruits of the world.
This is the time to look back on the past year - what has been achieved and learnt, and to plan for the future.
Not a time to mourn the decrepitude of summer... But time to celebrate balance within our boreal world.
The sun's like an orange,
like an apple...
first gale, a tin whistler, who jumps into puddles;
the moon's like a lamp post,
that keeps us safe
go and tell the sand man,
first ground frost's a medal that shines on dried flowers,
as we turn hands of time.
© Nat Hall 2010
celebrating the autumn equinox