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Chant du monde boréal
Shoormal.
Sandshifter, 60N.
Where it all makes sense.

CHRONICLES FROM ARCANIA

Preamble

Through Chronicles from Arcania, I shall attempt to share walks with you, this poetics from 60N, where I feel at one with our Earth, my sense of place so maritime.


Wednesday, 22 September 2010

Hairst, Harvest Moon, Autumnal Equinox

Tomorrow rhymes with equal time.

sun,
hairst,
harvest moon,
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.

 equinox

The sun's like an orange,
the earth, 
like an apple...
first gale, a tin whistler, who jumps into puddles;
the moon's like a lamp post,
that keeps us safe
at night...
Hairst, harvest,
equinox,
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

2 comments:

  1. I like that poem! A good thoughtful timely post!

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  2. Thank you kindly, dear friend :-)
    This one's really playful, as equinox is perceived through the eyes of the "child".
    Moreover, it was inspired by a teacher-friend who was exploring similes with pupils during an English class :-)) Treasure!

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