Washed Clean

bathe in autumnal rains until

old worries and fears and

concerns tumble free in swirls

of green and gold and russet

tones baring branches to wild

skies whilst roots delve deep

in search of secret truths

Yesterday, I spent some time with an autumn leaf.

Yes, it’s the leaf that Hex brought me.

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The Kitten and the Leaf

Mr Geoffrey Cat likes to bring me dead mice and birds. My kitten, Hex, brings me leaves. I definitely prefer the leaves.

This post is for Cee’s Black and White Challenge. This week’s theme is anything beginning with the letters K or L. It’s been a while since I last joined in with a challenge like this, but I had the perfect set of pictures for these two letters. I give you, the kitten and the leaf.

Here are a few more recent pictures of Hex amongst the leaves – and amongst the gravestones in the churchyard behind my house.

Hex is the newest member of our family. He’s now nearly 23 weeks old and has lived with us since late August. For some reason I’ve not yet posted a single picture of him here on my blog. Bizarre. Hopefully this post will make up for that!

Here are a few more pictures of him looking cute.

And here are a few other pictures that show him as the cheeky demon-cat he is the rest of the time.

And on that note, I’ll leave you with a final picture that, while blurry, demonstrates just how well (as in, not at all) he and Geoff are getting on…

Embracing Autumn

cloaked in society’s expectations

individuality lies suffocated beneath

conformity’s desire to belong

but Autumn clad in Spring’s garb

plays an unsuited role as bright

colours fade and connections dissolve

until expectations lie discarded

in a carpet of tumbled leaves

and naked truths are bared to a

frost of thoughtless jeers that melt

away into morning mist in the

dawning light of self-acceptance

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Sometimes I half write things into WordPress drafts that then get abandoned, incomplete and forgotten. This poem was one of these. I was having a wander through my drafts folder earlier and not only did the wording of the second half of it finally come together, I also realised I had the perfect set of pictures to accompany it. Anyway, here we are now, several years after I wrote the first half of it, and finally ready to share. I hope you like it.

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October Meadow

frost retreats in wreathing mists

as autumnal rays cascade

over twisting paths,

telling Winter

‘it is not yet your time:

sunlight still holds sway,’

but soon…

soon those darker days will arrive

bringing long nights of

crystalline clarity

when dreams marinate,

encased in Earth’s protective womb,

awaiting the burgeoning warmth

of Spring,

but for now…

now is the time of descent,

when the seeds of

future endeavours lie corpse-like,

coccooned in spidersilk

amongst tangled mycellium,

and the voices of the

ancestors whisper secrets

for those who are willing to listen

An October morning in the meadow – a time of frost, mist and spiderwebs. It was, quite simply, beautiful.

 

Toadstool Hunting

in amongst the leaf litter
all over the woodland floor
are lots of little pixie homes
all waiting with open doors

Equinox Blessings

the tribe gathers to the

sound of beating drums

wild energy rising higher as

equinox blessings dance

upon twilight air currents

and restless hearts balance

upon the turning wheel

standing poised in readiness

as they await the approaching

darkness and the secrets

held within the ancient tales of

the crone heard whispered

whilst wreathed in woodsmoke

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I spent last weekend at Equinox Festival, a hippy festival situated in the hollowed out hill of a former quarry at Chalk Farm in the Lincolnshire Wolds, that takes place every year on the nearest weekend to the Autumn Equinox. This was my second time at Equinox, though I also attended several times at the old site near Tattershall, back when it was still called Alchemy. It tends to be one of the highlights of my year. There’s a wonderful sense of community, with the same groups of people visiting year after year. It doesn’t matter what you look like or what walk of life you come from. All that matters is that you embrace the laid back atmosphere and focus on having fun. They call it ‘the gathering of the tribe’, and it definitely feels like that.

Here are a few more pictures from the weekend:

 

 

Earthed

curl bare toes in

damp grass

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open mind

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awaken senses to

petrichorous breezes

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open heart

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stride forwards in

defiance of rainclouds

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open soul

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