Autumn Equinox
On this equinox, time is
slant –
on its way, as it were,
not settled like
solstice.
Butterflies still grace
the zinnias,
hummingbirds continue
their sorties
never more certain
than on this day.
But this day is passing,
tipping and slant
as if summer might slide
off the plate.
The sun shines, sharp
and clear
as a Hopper painting.
A lawnmower whirs and
chomps
in a distant neighbor’s
yard.
The mockingbird makes
his declaration,
but this day is passing,
passing like the newly
fallen leaf.
A momentary pause
as the season turns from
summer bright
to autumn blaze
before the world settles
to the depth of winter
solstice.
The world can sing
on the slant of an
equinox.
~ Charles Kinnaird
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Photos by Charles Kinnaird
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