upon the cusp of the season’s turning
as youthful holly dons a princely crown
whilst aged oak seeks out a bed
in which to sleep through the winter dark,
there amidst the toadstools,
where amanita dreams in wild flights
through realms beyond imagining,
an existence of unique spirits connected
through syntactic threads of mycellium,
where earthly knowledge is
interlinked with instincts of ancient
memories held in blood:
for the earth offers bounty for those who
seek forage amongst a hedgerow’s thorns or
glean in the dirt at the field’s edge,
where wisdom is achieved
through a life lived within nature’s rhythms,
a hand taking only as needed,
in gratitude, in readiness,
and on the cusp of the season’s turning,
balance is found
This post is for day 113 of 365 Days Wild. Happy Equinox!
The Autumn Equinox, or Mabon, is a time of balance. Day and night are of equal length; neither light not dark is in ascendance. The hard times of Winter lie ahead, but the earth offers us sustenance. It is a time to show gratitude for the harvest, and also to prepare for the future.
I like to celebrate the season by collecting a selection of hedge row fruits and nuts.
That’s all for today! What’s happening in nature in your part of the world? I’d love to know. Just leave a comment below.