Autumnal Equinox

Poem 265 of 365

The earth,

in the

middle

of its

downward

nodding,

faces

the sun

squarely

& for

a day

every

place gets

equal

amounts

of lit

hours; days

are the

same length.

The trees

undress.

Mammals

thicken

their fur.

I feel

my own

wildness

increase.

I feel

the moon.

My voice

begins

to fill

with all

of it’s

autumn

color.

My laugh

becomes

even

more of

a bark,

& when

evening

waters

the soil

of me

I smell

blood on

some small

local

angel’s

finger

print &

so know,

wolflike,

which prayers

it keeps

& which

ones it

forgets

like leaves

dried &

let loose

the weeks

before

winter

arrives.

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