Autumn Equinox

The standstill of perfect balance before night descends,

A momentary refuge of light and dark whose doors open

In side by side perfection.

This soul’s asylum of neither right nor wrong

Ushers us through with no second thought

One more leaf, spinning and twirling

In death defying spirals before earth accepts our stillness.

Peace beckons, shelter to the deepening life

Safe, calm cocoon before the turning.

Here, we become the light.

Here we attend momentary Grace

Before rushing down the windward fall.