The Autumn Equninox
by Bevan McShea
So let the orange sun
Tan leaves
And braid their hair with twisted twigs
Let your hair down
Fair Red Lass
Bathe naked
In grey rain
And winds that bring back
Rememberances
The harvest field aglow
I drink each Solstice
So let your field down
Welcoming the frost
While I abide
In the Season's Fire
Where Saints tint skies with blood
Ready with still solace
The patience of
The Silent Season
It turns to snow
That melts to bloom
That rises to
A Victorious Son
And blessed am I
Who'll know the return
And rise this time
And Time Again
(Athens, Greece, 2007)