poetry

September: Equinox

September: Equinox

an equinox with no pull of fall
this year there’ll be no
slowing-down shedding-time
no long inward-turning impulse

pictures of home bring yellow and reds
but more the sense we’re moving
at a different rate
to a different clock
not just 13 hours ahead
we’re in a time without seasons
without the rhythms our bodies know
chasing summer
while the people we love
watch for frost

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