Archive | August, 2011

All Things Move Into Harvest’s Sphere

The Wheel rolls more, and Autumn returns. Cooler the rain; the Sun lower burns. The coloring leaves presage the Year: all things move into harvest’s sphere. I vow to savor fruits first picked; nor into grief shall I be tricked. I vow to offer what once I spurred, and face the Turning reassured. – Celebrating […]