The earth is rich. The soil is preparing for winter. The colors in our environment burst into a final dying fire. Grandmother Moon is burgeoning towards a harvest moon. Our larders are full, our deep freezers are to the brim. There is prepared abundance. Everything is spicy, nutty. Gone are the flowery scents of summer. Our energy changes from gathering to settling in.
For the next 30 days of the Corn Moon/Harvest Moon, revelling, enjoying your harvested goods. We have lived through the epidemic and all its restrictions and our hopes have been dashed again and again so now to just let be what is. Be settled in the fact you will do what is necessary to cause no harm and to keep self from harm.
Our fires are smouldering but will go underground for the winter. If bonfires are able to be had, now is the time for bonfires. Begin building a festival of lights to make up for the darkening days and longer nights.
Feast of Fall
Earth is tugging off her tatters,
like woman removing apron
after harvest and canning
sprucing herself up for evening’s feast
She brushes her auburn hair,
bathes herself in musky oils
and turns the fisherman’s wife
into stunning candlelight beauty.
Godhead of the table knows her hands,
hidden beneath folds of fine lace
give away her hard work
to make this happen
under full buttermilk moon
she lays the table with her offerings
rich aromas of heat in kitchen
fill house with spices
that only a woman knows how to mix
with crinkle of linen, tinkle of glass,
her eyes bright with pleasure
for another summer’s sweet gather
© 14 years ago, Carol Desjarlais
©Carol Desjarlais 9.19.21
**found painting to use as a guide in my art journal for October.
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