
The autumn equinox arrives today. The great wheel of time turns. The darker half of the year draws near, whether we will or no. And as sometimes happens, “I was summoned, from the branches of night …” by an old friend.
Hear
Moving through
this scaffolding of days
Holding solace in dreams
and murmurs of memory
I wander through the house
the shadows and sawdust
the bones of old desires
And I wonder
Where is the bliss? The old fire?
So quiet now.
But listen:
a small sound says
here.
– Cari Ferraro
with thanks to Laurie Doctor for her musings, and always, the great Pablo Neruda.
Lovely!
Thank you, Sherrie! Your work is an inspiration to me also.
Beautiful poem, Cari. I loved it. Very moving.
What a beautiful stirring poem…happy autumn to you, Cari!