“Mabon”
by Annie Finch
For Mabon (fall equinox), Sept. 21
Our voices press
from us
and twine
around the year’s
fermenting wine
Yellow fall roars
Over the ground.
Loud, in the leafy sun that pours
Liquid through doors,
Yellow, the leaves twist down
as the winding
of the vine
pulls our curling
voices–
Glowing in wind and change,
The orange leaf tells
How one more season will alter and range,
Working the strange
Colors of clamor and bells
In the winding
of the vine
our voices press out
from us
to twine
When autumn gathers, the tree
That the leaves sang
Reddens dark slowly, then, suddenly free,
Turns like a key,
Opening air where they hang
Read the rest of the poem here.
Thursday was a glorious autumn day in Connecticut. The sky was clear blue, and the trees glowed in the afternoon sun. And even though the equinox was a few weeks ago, this poem describes the day exactly.
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Reading to the Core 
Beautiful. I especially like “the tree
That the leaves sang”
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Wow, this is gorgeous. That last is the rhythm of “this is the house that Jack built”, that story mode that makes one imagine sitting by a fire, listening to a storyteller. Thanks, Catherine.
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Catherine, this is a poem of color that captured my interest as each stanza untwined. Your photo speaks of the glory of fall. I only see a few leaves of color here in the southwestern part of Long Island so I appreciate what you showcased.
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That’s the fall of my dreams!!
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Thanks for sharing this lyrical fall poem and stunning photo. Beautiful!
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Don’t you love it when you find the perfect poem for the perfect day! Our Ohio leaves are just beginning to change. I’m looking forward to one of these days when the dying leaves glow against a bright blue sky!
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Fall is something we dream (and read) of in the dessert. Beautiful poem and picture.
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That is a wonderful celebration of fall. I especially love the sensory words, like in “Loud, in the leafy sun that pours/ Liquid through doors,/ Yellow, the leaves twist down,”
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