It is the equinox of seeds and reaping
Gathered apples and pumpkin gourds,
All being conceived, even in our sleeping,
Of honeyed hoards we taste the sweet
We greet, light and dark in each greeting,
Now is time of balance, equity, justice,
Dwindling and abundance dance hand in hand,
Now time to set right wrongs with word or kiss
Welcoming renewal, we harvest fruits of the land,

Now is the time of grapes and vine,
Of pomegranates in sunnier climes,
One sphere with many a ruby seed,
Diversity in unity, for sharing not greed,

It is by this seed and stone
We build a year, a hope, a home.

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch