with one step
we are on the other side
and a new year begins
Sacred Rite
each bud
caressed and blessed
ants’ consecration
Invoking Ancestors
from misty woods
owl calls
who whooo
The Mallards
morning constitutional
around the still pond
beneath the leafing trees
Moving Meditation
like dervishes
branches twist and spin
seeking harmony between the seasons
Sanctity
sacred
are the autumn woods
a ritual of colors
After the Dance
Only during the solstice
is the veil between the worlds thin enough to see
where fairies hang their dancing shoes.