Up again

at 3am

the witching hour

That time of night

when the air softens

I’m tired but restless

tossing in my bed

decide to surrender

The wind


is blowing hard

The cats crazy

feeling what I do

Chimes relentlessly whip

tree branches smacking

sure sounds wickedly wild

The moon

new born

only just this night

The universe

longs for intention

Sky a deeply pierced black

punctured by starlight

lulling out the magick


I feel

the helpless call

Siren of soul

drawing Spirit on

To dance? To sing? To scream?

All and even more

as I’m enchanted whole

Felt before it was seen
fall came quickly in chill
Nipping at bare necks
pulling arms in close
First, only at nightful
now, creep’n mornings
Soon whole days gone
overtaken by dimmer
The trees held strong
but only made a week
Leaves first dulled
now becoming yellow
It’s suddenly obvious
this gradually subdued
Wishfully grasping warmth
won’t help us keep it around
Perhaps it is rebellion
the oranges and reds
Nature’s final protest
before playing dead
Yet, the season’s slow
seduction pulls us in
Somehow fridgedness
kindling hearts instead
We will wrap ourselves up
in cloaks, coats and others
Gathering ’round hearths
defrosting hopes for summer
Comforting with food
drinks and hearty laughter
These changes herald cold
but they mustn’t bring bitter