Equinox

EQUINOX

Our Gods, in whom we trust,        

drape lengthening cloaks about us.              

Summer yielded her harvest then hides    

as chill nights nestle cooling tides    

that ebb upon the edge of seasons.  

Ancient lords, 

masked past august renown,

                   cascade beyond earthly rhyme or reason.               

as tip toe bandits, delighting in treason,

take heedless flight, leaving us in care of night;

stealing our sacred light as though it were their own.

HL September, 2008