Sonnet for the Autumnal Equinox
Black fungus dapples maple, oak and elm;
leaves crimson or jaundice as time permits.
Fox digs a fox-hole in catamount’s realm,
uneasily dreaming doom for her kits.
Day and Night hang in tremulous balance;
mere minutes tremble with rose-light at dusk.
Bullfrog sits in mud as autumn penance;
milkweed dessicates to a fragile husk.
Hercules sinks and Orion rises—
summer giving way, so stars of winter
can shine behind Moon’s snow-mirrored phases,
revealing deer trails to wolf and hunter.
Sufi North Star pirouettes without care,
guiding the waltz of a queen and her bear.
There is also a sonnet for the morning of the autumnal equinox, and a hymn. If anyone wants these, I’ll repost them, but I think they’re actually a year back in the journal somewhere. It’s hard to believe I’ve been at this project more than a year, but so it is. There are less than forty more poems in the series, total. In fact, hang on a sec while I check the actual count…. Thirty-six, I think. I reserve the right to miscalculate. (Depending on the Lunar Calendar for 2007, I might do a third cycle of lunar sonnets, but I think the other cycles are winding down — it’s hard to maintain the schedule).
The manuscript, without much formatting or nice arrangement on the page at all, is now at about 70 pages. It’s book-length, in other words, and maybe I should think about a publisher. Figuring out who, and how, and why should I take this on, really are becoming more immediate questions. Hmmmm. Gotta think about this.