A poem for the Autumnal Equinox

the crisp air beckons us from our slumber
reaching through the windows
as the wind rustles through the trees

the autumn equinox
the turning of the leaves
& the beginning of the burst — the final symphony of the year

the morning feels whole
sunlight beams throughout the land
+ our hearts prepare for a new season

a season of harvest
of slowing down
of coming back to the things we love