With a new moon and the beautiful transition to autumn upon us, some poems for your week, month, moment. XX, Megan
September
draughts of cool morning air
carried on dry-sighing leaves
respirate, whispering: rest, stay,
plan, see, manifest, begin, in every
breath the order and
organization of Earth
are upon us as gardens bear
fruit, hay is left to cure,
baled in sun waning
warmly in late afternoon
fields of golden bristle,
summer to fall, denouement
to eight months of moons
new and full and new again
transitions cyclical, circling
in the darkening sky
just after the last gasp
of cerise light crests over the
western mountains at sunset
wind chimes low and resonant
toning oooooh-aaaaah, bracing
rush and sweep of air transmits
that ocher timbre of September
Temple
for Danny and Kat, with love, M
Come into the temple
of my love for
I am sure about
its beauty and its
strength
Come into the temple
of my love for strength
can also mean softness,
stillness, peaceful respite,
home
I’ve learned that lives
change so quickly, so
surely, that surety is
difficult to process, to
prepare
But one thing I am
sure of is that as
the sun sets and the
stars rise, I will love
you
Through the night,
and as the sun rises
on the next morn, in
communion with the coming
day
In shelter of our shared
humanity, loyalty,
commitment, love, and
serenity we weather
storms
Of life together,
centered as we enter
into the temple
of our
love
V Yourself:
Violet and Verstue
vivacious
viridity
verve
visceral
vital
vulnerable
voluptās
virtu
verity
volant
vociferous
vehement
violaceous
varsal
Let There Be Joy
Let there be joy all
around you
Humming, thrumming
in the air above
Your body, the conduit
from the outside in
That electricity
of savoring the
Small, the ephemeral
first bite of a
Ripe peach the
stream as it licks
And leaps over
each stone, all things
Unabashed and still
known like the
Sun as it dapples
clouds and leaves
Each beam a special
reminder that life and
Love are meant for
you the first kiss
Of a new love fresh
on your lips
Refined + Rugged 