‘Tis the midpoint,
A day of sparkle
And yet darkness succumbs to our early hours.
We may feel caught between the shadows,
But maybe such a beguiling place to be
For trickster may dance,
The autumn clouds may hover,
Offering us the blessings of saints, sinners
Call us. Dance us in.
Prepare the den, for the shades of snow await us.
Wrap down the windows,
Cleanse the throat with simmering tea,
Time for rehearsals.
For winter will bring on its full dress,
And it will be time.
Time to arouse the dormant, the hiber.
Time to hanker into humble thoughts.
© Vivianne LaRiviere 2012