Autumnal Equinox, ‘21
this year the Autumnal Equinox
was not of the heavens,
it was not of clarity of expression
as to the equal hours of light and darkness,
instead rain settled over us
the day and night merged
with each other within shades of gray,
a fulling Moon lightened the night,
and the clouding of gray continued,
we have had weeks of highs in the 90s
and high enough humidity to scare sweat from evaporating,
after the Equinox, temperatures changed:
highs in the 70s and lows in the 50s,
the air no longer smudging lines
but crisping the view of tree and self,
in the garden Kentucky Wonder pole beans,
pie pumpkins, and gourds are of fruition,
the last potatoes just dug today,
only a few tomatoes still release themselves,
most stalks are ready to be pulled,
the basil gave up the ghost weeks ago,
as did the precious muscadine,
school feels more of spring and beginnings than of fall and endings,
I feel in my classes that the students are perennials,
and I celebrate as they harvest product after product
that their efforts in September have pulled into being,
efforts that have a traceable past
from family, from preschool, from their first grades,
from how they are themselves,
from how they have been seen and appreciated, and helped
by parent, by caregiver, by teacher,
each apple that reveals itself
deserves to be celebrated for its current wholeness
and also for the power of the journey
for which this fruit is but a step on a continuing path.
by Henry H. Walker
September 25, ‘21