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Summer's End

As I celebrate the Wheel of the Year, the midpoint between the summer solstice (Midsummer) and the autumnal equinox (Harvest) is Summer’s End. I call it that because this is the moment when Autumn first becomes detectable in my region: in the angle of the light, in the hard blue of the sky, in the sputtering of the fog cycle to bring searing hot days, and in the first turning of early leaves.

Summer’s End’s metaphorical meanings relate to work and craft, to technology and toolmaking and effort. It is the time when the harvests of hay and blackberries and early summer vegetables are at their height, so there is a lot of work to be done. Gardens are producing and gophers are marauding and the relaxed waiting of Midsummer is gone as the fruits of labor begin to come to ripeness. It is the beginning of Autumn: the time the labor of early harvesting begins in earnest.

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Jack Pumpkinhead Must Die

Old Jack is dead.

Valiantly he lit the Gates of Summer's End.

Then came freeze.

Now, with thaw, what the squirrels have left sits in a puddle of its own melt: sunken, falling in.

Once he was firm, thunkable. Now, if you tried to pick him up—but please don't try—he'd fall to spongy, rotten pieces.

Soon I'll be bringing out the snow shovel. Its first use of the season will be to shovel up what's left of Jack and take him back to compost.

Yes, Summer's gone, but you know Jack.

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  • Angela
    Angela says #
    Once again, I love your post! Instead of looking mournfully at my deflated Jacks, I can laugh at Him skipping merrily from one fo
  • Tasha Halpert
    Tasha Halpert says #
    Made me smile! Great photo too.

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9th-Century Irish Samhain Poem

 

I have news 

stag calls

winter snow

summer's gone

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Summer's End

It's the end of Summer and there are few things on my mind. Yes the rush of back to school preparations usually takes my family by storm, but I am pretty dull lately due to my unwavering focus and inability to talk about anything else. I am obsessed with harvest season.

Ask how I'm doing, I'll tell you my zucchini is doing great, but my pumpkins are coming in very slow and I'm afraid they won't beat the frost.

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Summer's Last Dance

Beneath a sky grown newly vast, where geese call, winged witches, the trees are stripped and naked; their squirrels wear blue vair.

Branches above, branches below. The Antlered also wears his winter blue now, his bull-neck engorged with pounding maleness. He quivers, eager to rut his does and witches.

A golden carpet is laid for us, flecked with browns and russets. The cider is poured, the table spread with all the wealth of Summer. The fire is laid and ready to light; the skeleton band tunes up.

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