Falling Leaves Time

Falling Leaves Time

Disillusionment is a thickness

in the air

and in the throat

a closing up like a clam shell

a hedgehog turning in for winter

a self reflective bubble

feet touching mouth in a perfect O.

All myths and legends have their Tartarus

their underworld journey

through darkness to rebirth 

and regeneration.

Red Indians call it 

Falling Leaves Time.

In Newgrange we squatted in darkness 

and waited for a shaft of light

that would herald the promise 

of a new dawn.

So for now I will hold my feet

in my mouth and wait

for the coming of Solstice...

Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2016