©2022 Michael Raven
there is change blowing in on autumn winds today -- blanket over face
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©2022 Michael Raven
there is change blowing in on autumn winds today -- blanket over face
©2022 Michael Raven
I am stuck on an image after I conjured it in my head a bit ago. It’s one of those pleasant images, a careless thing, and something I don’t often allow myself the liberty to entertain most days. As I’ve gotten older, such things seem both more important than ever, something taken for granted when I was young, and now threatening to be too frivolous for the likes of now-me with my responsibilities and sensible career with it’s sensible salary and sensible benefits.
Here in Minnesota, it seems like my two favorite seasons are always truncated into about a week apiece. Winter turns to summer with a drive-by visit from spring; then, we seem to get another overnight visit from autumn once summer has decided to give up the ghost and fade into winter. It might be my imagination, but that’s honestly how it feels to me. And a short little autumn seems like such a rip-off, if you ask me.
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As mentioned in an earlier post, after dumping out all of the junk in my head about such matters, I am trying to draw some correlations from a bunch of different sources about what seems like important details to develop around my personal cosmology. What I think is important, or what might require further thought on my part may or may not be in agreement with other sources (scholarly or otherwise). Your mileage may vary.
Infodumping various thoughts on autumn equinox:
Continue reading “Autumn equinox”softshoe rain
pelted autumn red
streetlight
puddle dance umber
breathing twice tandem
mouth to mouth
the kiss
like petals on
a dying rose
i fall gently
with the staccato
october rain
wind whispers, leaves
skitter dance, tumble
slumber, like dead
them, big oak trees
smiling, their dreams
the hunt on the wings
of nocturne skies
skin chill rattle
dry leaves wind
-- your name on his whip
laughter roar
shakes dry bones
rising
riding 'twixt and 'tween
the veils
screaming like your mounts
tonight
.wake