As we gather here today,
Autumn’s frolic of yellow, orange and red
has entered a deep dream.
Her spiral dance to Earth has made way
for the silent steps of Winter’s waltz
where she once again wraps herself in white furs,
slows down her tempo,
and glides across icy mirrors of reflection
into the cave of introspection.
Before her return to Darkness ,
she dances one last rapturous tanssi.
There is much to gather before she can greet the Great Bear
in the uppermost branches of the Tree of Life.
There are mushrooms to pick,
flax to spin into linen.
Honey mead calls her name,
reminding her of her Vappu ritual.
The seeds of her labour are ready to burst forth.
She dances faster, with more determination
than she did in the summertime.
To Be Continued ...
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