I find myself stopping to watch the Geese fly south, I look to the sky and the swallows have flow, the nights draw close and the land smells earthy and rich.
I love the hips in the trees and my heart skips a beat to see the colours changing.
The time has come for the equinox about a week away.
The land is resting its bones
the time has come for change
I can feel it in my blood.
Now is the time of balance, when day and night face each other as equals.
At this season the night is waxing and the day is waning;
For nothing ever remains without change, in the tides of Earth and Sky.
Know and remember, that whatsoever rises must also set,
And whatsoever sets must also rise.
The God has descended into the land
And now He makes His journey to the Underworld.
Days grow dim, nights grow long, but we who are wise do not weep,
For behold He has left behind His seed and His promise of return.
Blessed be the Great Mother, Blessed be the Harvest God.