Posted by: Michelle UluOla | September 22, 2010

The Torch Is Passed

According to the American Heritage Dictionary — Equinox: “Either of the two times during a year when the sun crosses the celestial equator, and when the length of day and night are approximately equal.”

Autumnal Equinox Sunset

Equinox Sun setting on Summer ©UluOla 2010

Whilst my friends in the Southern Hemisphere are celebrating the Vernal Equinox and the first day of their spring, we here in the northern climes are observing the Autumnal one. Even though an equinox is an astronomical, seasonal occurrence, the changing of the seasons evokes many human emotions. Thus, the semantics. I live in a climate that often has brutal winters, so we celebrate the arrival of spring, which can never come too early. We were oh so delighted when our last one showed up a full month ahead of average. Autumn is a different matter—the biomass collapses in on itself and our flower-friends meet their demise with the first killing frost. Fall is exquisitely beautiful, and when we’re lucky, mild and extended. But, it also carries that waiting-for-the-other-shoe-to-drop dread, because we know that winter will eventually intrude on our dream.

The Torch Is Passed

The Torch is Passed ©UluOla 2010

So, here is a word-picture of observations marking this Autumnal Equinox:

Shhhhh….The Torch Is Passed

Blades on blades, the assault was waged
Weekly…all summer long.
Green and growing exuberantly,
Grass questions what it did wrong?
Exhausted now, it welcomes
The rest that dormancy brings,
And silence no longer shattered
By mowers ridden by kings.

Milkweed nurseries stand abandoned,
By caterpillars’ transformation
Into Monarchs heading south,

To a warmer, winter location.

Dried elfin-ear pods launch their down,

To seed the countryside,
With their fuzzy immortality

Borne on the wind’s high tide.

Sunflower heads are nodding,
Welcoming birds to dine:
Pluck a jet-black jewel

To make a meal so fine.
A smoky haze drifts across
Meadows ripe with seeds,
Laying down preparation

For future seasons’ weeds.

The air is silent of crickets’ chirps,
Foretelling that change has come.
Balmy breeze and the buzzing of bees

Are soon to be all done.

The honking of Canadian Geese
Echoes the ground-based traffic

Of two-legged snowbirds heading south
In search of their endless picnic.

Ambivalent plants holding their growth
Suspended from fingertips —
Stems grasping their flowers and leaves

As wasps take their final sips.
Mother creates her fireworks
With maples, elms and oaks,
Flaming their leaves oranges and reds

Delighting the on-looking folks.

Shhhh…now if we all hold our breath,
Stand quiet, and oh so still,
Can we arrest their fated fall

That’s against their very will?
Alas! No, that’s not Nature’s way,
No matter how we might yearn,
Our bittersweet good-byes being said,
Her cycle, like ours, must turn.

Summer passes her ardent torch
And kindles Autumn’s coals;
Flamboyant flirtations give way

To maturity’s familiar roles.

Her flowered sundress lies tattered,

Changed to paisley’s multi-hue,
And just like the landscape’s colors…

Our hearts turn lavender-blue.

Ol’ Sol continues migrating
Across the horizon’s lines,
He’s back once again as in Spring,

Setting now just past the pines.
The Harvest Moon will sing her tune,

Then we await the one called Hunter

That will shine through trees newly bare
Haunting the Summer’s sepulcher.

Time dances to a wavering beat
At once still, and yet so fast.
Pause for Summer’s fading

But hasten while it lasts.
Hurry up; enjoy these days…
The Equinox is here.
Slow the clock, for soon enough,
The Solstice will draw near.

Yet hope rides on the wings of Fall
In the seeds and spores dispersed,
And in roots sheltering in the Earth —
This play’s been well rehearsed.

For just as this circle spins around

And will lead to Winter’s snow,
So too will the Springtime follow;

And new life will sprout and grow.

******©UluOla 2010******

Shine on Harvest Moon

Shine On Harvest Moon ©UluOla 2010



  1. Your light shines brightly as well as your verse. As you have taught me well I was prepared for the worse. And of course your light shone through me and set my dark to light. And I’ll always be thankful for your ever-ready light. In Lak’ech Ala Kin, my dear friend.


    • LOL! Thank you, Steve, for your poetic response! I’m grateful for your friendship. And In Lak’ech Ala K’in to you, my Nuttingham friend. 😉


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