The First Full Moon of Autumn

Donald L. Engstrom

September 26, 2007

The first full moon of Autumn

Stirs the awakening of distant deeply sleeping snow.

The first full moon of Autumn

Shines upon the icy bed of the Snow Queen,

Calling Her to arise

From Her long Summer's slumber.

The first full moon of Autumn

Calls Brother North Wind from His coldest cave,

Calls Jack Frost from His glacial home,

Calls the Snow Ponies to begin Their long seasonal migration.

The first full moon of Autumn

Reminds all of the Greenbloods

That their very leaves,

Their summer flesh,

Their verdant dreams,

Will soon be touched and transformed

By the powers of red, orange, brown and yellow.

The first full moon of Autumn,

Reminds all who have the senses of the awake and aware,

To prepare for the coming reunion of the Living and the Dead,

To prepare for the annual Dance

That reweaves the fabric of existence,

To prepare for the shining pumpkins

That will soon fill the Halls of Halloween,

To prepare for the thinning of the veils,

The Great Opening to Opportunity.

The first full moon of Autumn

Touches my red living blood,

Reminding me

Of the long tasks of Last Harvest,

Of the cold rains of transition,

Of the first touch of frozen breath

On the cheeks the waning children of the Sun,

Of my love's warm embrace between cold sheets.

The first full moon of Autumn

Stirs the awakening of distant deeply sleeping snow.

And I am glad,

My heart filled with contentment,

I await expectantly,

Bathed in the magical light of the first full moon of Autumn.