Equinoctial
Stars gleam beyond the horizon
– which has become less clear than it used to be.
Mist swirls through frostier air
And flowers recede
Back into the Earth that birthed them last spring.
Candles appear in windows:
Honouring those who have been and gone.
They stand at the ready
To guide the lost ones home.
The painting is mine (and currently on sale, for anyone who feels drawn to it). 🍁🍂