Equinox Equal days, equal nights, Winged geese taking flight. Apples, plums, grapes and pears Harvested in waning light. Equal nights, equal days, Left behind is summer's haze. When to plant, when to reap Earth in balance, cycles kept. Equal warm, equal cold Leaves still clinging to their hold. Blowing seeds, the winds of change. Seasons come and rearrange. What to say, what goes forth Emotions high, south and north. Calming down the inner flux Balanced as the equinox. Autumn, winter, summer, spring, Transitions timed enough to bring Balance to our errant whims Emerging on collective wings. Equal seasons come and go Rhythms strum the time to know So many seeds seeking root Ye shall know them, by their fruit. Balance day, balance night Collective wings gather might. Soaring high o're crested butte, Spreading love and gifted fruit.