Autumn Equinox Poems
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Autumn Equinox
Air grows cool, the leaves now fall,
Under skies, the harvests call.
Twilight lingers, day is brief,
Umbers glow, the golden sheaf.
Morning mist and evening’s light,
Night and day in perfect sight.
Equal hours, balance found,
Quiet fields, the earth unbound.
Under stars, the stillness reigns,
Nature’s pause, a gentle nod,
Open skies, a path well-trod.
X marks the spot where seasons meet.
Meaning
“Autumn Equinox” is an acrostic poem that captures the balance of light and dark during the equinox. It reflects the calm transition from summer to autumn, highlighting the subtle beauty of this seasonal change.
Inspiration Behind
The poem was inspired by the peaceful balance of the equinox, where each letter in “autumn equinox” guided the imagery. I aimed to capture the quiet stillness and natural rhythm of this time.
Mabon’s Harvest Song
Grains are gathered, fields laid bare,
Golden leaves drift through the air.
Fruits of labor, baskets full,
Autumn’s gifts, the season’s pull.
Sunset light on ripened vine,
Blessings counted, all things fine.
Simple joys, the work is done,
Mabon’s song, a soft hum.
Winds grow cooler, days now short,
Thankful hearts in every sort.
As we feast and drink the wine,
Gratitude, our harvest sign.
Meaning
“Mabon’s Harvest Song” celebrates the autumn equinox, a time when the fruits of the Earth are gathered, and gratitude is expressed for nature’s bounty. The poem reflects the serene joy and contentment found in the season’s simplicity and the completion of the harvest.
Inspiration Behind
I was inspired by the gentle shift from summer to autumn, where every sunset and cool breeze speaks of change. I thought of the harvest, the work done, and the joy found in those moments. It’s about appreciating what we have as the days grow shorter.
Balancing Light and Shadow
Day meets night, the scales align,
Golden dawn and dusky end,
Time to mark this fleeting sign.
Sun and moon together shine,
Light and dark begin to blend,
Day meets night, the scales align.
Shadows stretch and light refine,
Twilight paths we now commend,
Time to mark this fleeting sign.
Equal hours, a line so fine,
Grateful hearts in silence bend,
Day meets night, the scales align,
Time to mark this fleeting sign.
Meaning
“Balancing Light and Shadow” reflects on the autumn equinox, a moment of perfect equilibrium between day and night. The poem captures the delicate transition where light and darkness coexist, emphasizing the fleeting nature of balance in the world.
Inspiration Behind
I was drawn to the idea of balance during the equinox, where neither day nor night dominates. The poem came from observing how light fades and shadows grow, symbolizing the harmony found in nature’s cycles. It’s about appreciating this brief moment of equality.
Calls of Higan
Crisp leaves fall with gentle grace,
Silent prayers in every space,
Memories time can't erase.
Lanterns glow with tender light,
Guiding spirits through the night,
Higan calls, a sacred rite.
Flowers bloom where graves are lined,
Offerings for those we find,
Whispers left on autumn wind.
Evening bells, a soft refrain,
Honoring through joy and pain,
Ancestors' names we speak again.
Meaning
“Calls of Higan” is a quiet tribute to the Japanese tradition of Higan during the autumn equinox, a time when families honor their ancestors. The poem captures the solemnity and reverence of this period, where light and memory intertwine.
Inspiration Behind
I was inspired by the serene practice of Higan, where people honor their ancestors with lanterns and offerings. The image of lanterns guiding spirits through the night stayed with me, reminding me of the balance between life and death, light and dark.
Michaelmas Morning
Dew-kissed grass and morning light,
Golden fields, a frosty bite,
Michael’s feast, a holy rite.
Chiming bells through crisp, clear air,
Candles lit with silent prayer,
Autumn’s gift, beyond compare.
Harvests stored, and winds now cold,
Stories of the saints retold,
Michael’s strength, a shield of old.
Leaves fall gently, skies are bright,
Faith and courage, both alight,
Michaelmas, a blessed sight.
Meaning
“Michaelmas Morning” captures the early autumn atmosphere as the Feast of St. Michael is celebrated. The poem reflects on the seasonal change, the harvest, and the spiritual significance of Michaelmas, marking the transition with a sense of reverence and strength.
Inspiration Behind
I was inspired by the tradition of Michaelmas, where the cool, crisp air of early autumn and the golden light of the season set the stage for a celebration of St. Michael. The imagery of morning light and frosty fields evoked a sense of renewal and protection.
Alban Elfed’s Dawn
Mists rise on the morning ground,
Sun breaks through without a sound,
Alban Elfed’s light is found.
Oak and ash in shadows stand,
Druid’s staff in steady hand,
Blessings offered to the land.
Harvest done, the year grows late,
Balance struck by nature’s fate,
Day and night in equal state.
Ancient words to skies are cast,
Seasons turn, they never last,
Alban Elfed’s spell is vast.
Meaning
“Alban Elfed’s Dawn” is a reflective poem that honors the autumn equinox through the eyes of a Druid. It captures the moment when day and night are balanced, and the Druid offers prayers to nature, celebrating the cycle of the seasons and the harmony between light and dark.
Inspiration Behind
I was inspired by the Druidic tradition of Alban Elfed, where the equinox is a time for deep reflection and connection with nature. The imagery of misty mornings, ancient trees, and quiet prayers reflects the reverence for this sacred time.
The Last Sheaf
Golden fields, the scythe’s swift swing,
Final cut as shadows cling,
Sunset burns with amber hue,
Harvest done, the sky’s deep blue.
Stalks are bound, the earth now rests,
Season’s work, the year’s last test,
Grain is stored, and tools laid low,
Autumn’s gift, the final glow.
Evening falls, the cool winds blow,
Thankful hearts, we watch it slow,
One more sheaf, the task complete,
Equinox, the day’s retreat.
Meaning
“The Last Sheaf” captures the moment of cutting the final stalk of grain before the autumn equinox. The poem reflects the completion of the harvest, the transition from labor to rest, and the gratitude felt as day turns to night.
Inspiration Behind
I was inspired by the imagery of farmers working through the last light of day, knowing that the equinox marks a turning point. The simple act of cutting the final sheaf felt symbolic of both an ending and a beginning, resonating with the cycle of the seasons.
Echoes of Alban Elfed
Leaves turn gold, the woods grow still,
Ancient words on winds that chill,
Alban Elfed, wisdom’s thrill.
Stones stand tall, they mark the time,
Sunset’s glow, a fleeting rhyme,
Druid’s song, a voice so prime.
Shadows stretch, the light grows thin,
Equinox, the night begins,
Silent oaks, the spirits’ kin.
Meaning
“Echoes of Alban Elfed” reflects on the ancient wisdom of the druids during the autumn equinox. The poem captures the stillness of the woods, the sacredness of the season, and the quiet transition from day to night, where nature holds its breath.
Inspiration Behind
I was inspired by the mysterious atmosphere of ancient forests during the equinox, imagining the druids’ wisdom carried through the trees. The turning leaves and setting sun felt like nature’s way of sharing secrets from long ago.
End Words
These Autumn Equinox Poems explore the quiet transitions and balanced moments of the autumn equinox, capturing the serene beauty and natural rhythms of the season. Each verse reflects a specific aspect of this time, from the changing light to the completion of the harvest, emphasizing the simplicity and harmony found in nature.
