A festival to celebrate the changing of the seasons |
Equinox Discovered in the equinox, when time is drawing short Lost thoughts stored in a tinderbox, lit memories that caught Glitter that still lingers round, from Eden's golden fields Applied by gifted fingers... found, such memories... I yield A shine that time can't sweep away, however hard it tries This dustpan brush can't hold much sway, with glitter where it lies In crevices and corners hid, with hope in short supply Packed and wrapped with what I did ... and things I didn't try 'tween hibernating heartbeats, long the sleeping of such souls Sad spirits wrecked on rocks... reefs, wronged, so somber in our roles With something in the water's weave, we lost in prior shows, as summer days burn shorter... leave, we wonder where time goes So seasonal, this cold refrain, as falls spell out your name Shining brightly once again and coming round the same Through fields where such music plays, where happy truths are found Where people dance through stranger's days, 'midst vibrant beats and sounds With phantoms calling noisily, from somewhere in my past Running slow, enthralling me, with Summer holding fast 'midst glitter found as Summer locks, with Autumn's sweet retort Just in time for equinox, ... when memories are short |