Light and Darkness

As the end of a season reaches forward we look to what was and what is yet to be. 

September ends and the days draw nearer
to the realms between. 

Still, the future is filled with color, scents, warmth and the return to family. 

The roads we take lead to magic and possiblities.

We will plan the days ahead with gatherings and events. 

Fill our hearths and homes with those

that fill our lives and our hearts with comfort and care. 

We will fill our time with knowledge and

relish in the joy of time's ever changing ways. 

For this is time for beginnings and ends. 

The time for harvest and kinship and letting go.

For the earth must rest to begin anew.

Reluctance

by Robert Frost

Out through the fields and the woods

And over the walls I have wended;

I have climbed the hills of view

And looked at the world and descended;

I have come by the highway home,

And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,

Save those that the oak is keeping

To ravel them one by one

And let them go scraping and creeping

Out over the crusted snow,

When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,

No longer blown hither and thither;

The last lone aster is gone;

The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;

The heart is still aching to seek,

But the feet question 'Whither?'

Ah, when to the heart of man

Was it ever less than a treason

To go with the drift of things,

To yield with a grace to reason,

And bow and accept the end

Of a love or a season?

Happy Autumn ~ K.