Friday, September 23, 2011

Autumnal Equinox

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

When the rain

falling softly

on goldenrod blooms

streams from my own eyes

as tears of gratitude for

an abundant harvest of wisdom,

I know that I have

lived another season.

May the breath of my Beloved

reach for me in the days ahead,

cool and deliberate,

loosening my leaves

and setting them to fly

in spirals of decay

and communion.

Naked I entered the world,

and naked I will come again

into the darkness.

Only my barren secret

is a shroud.

Shush with your whisperings!

It is true. Yes!

Even in times of scarcity,

I lie with the Beloved at my side

and feel a warmth

and wealth

that this age knows simply as


© 2011-2017/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" 

Feel free to share