autumnal equinox 2016

the feast
of vegetarian pig
is over
the glass of white wine
drunk
the sun
melts orange
from behind a bank
of steel gray clouds
it glows across
the quiet valley
of cedar trees
and gnarly oaks
brushing all with gold
i listen for druids
or angels
and hear the rumble whine
of an air conditioner
from the house nearby

of equinox past
and equinox future
and equinox on this day
the sun,
so slow to set,
hastens pace
in blazing silence
touches the far horizon
and sinks
to a fine point of light