Autumn Equinox Blessings
March 20 @ 15:33 UTC Southern Hemisphere
In Autumn, I look to the trees to inspire me. Letting go and releasing is such a gentle process for them. They send their energy — their sap — down to their roots to be nourished tenderly by Mama Earth. As the leaves and needles flutter down to the earth, their quiet death becomes rebirth as they begin to compost, creating a winter home for insects, and transform into the soil itself, nurturing the new life below the surface that emerges in the spring.
Song for Autumn, by Mary Oliver
In the deep fall
don’t you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don’t you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
warm caves, begin to think
of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep
inside their bodies? And don’t you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? The pond
vanishes, and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its
bellows. And at evening especially,
the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.