As the equinox approaches in this time of equal day and night great flocks of birds fly over my head, migrating, the trees are in their last bloom, the reds and golds light the paths I wander.
Nature's colours stun me and I have to stop and stare.
I feel the thinning of the veil and remember.
September, a time of loss, withdrawal, of seasonal activities ending.
September, a time for planning, thinking, gathering in the harvest.
And in my garden flowers bloom still
and we just had sweetcorn from the garden for dinner!
The Wheel turns
time now for healing and rest
and staring into log fires!
Wishing you all joy
love and light