Equinox

As the day dimmed
The sun dyed the high
Clouds pink.

I detoured my journey to find a place
Where I could watch the day end
And the night begin
In perfect equipoise.

In the valleys below, dark ribbons of houses
Made a grey waterline against the hills
But a faint mist blurred streetlights
Into fairy lights.

On this September day
Light gave way to night.
For a season, dark will grow
And day will shrink away until the solstice
Turns the pendulum again.

I too have my seasons,
But when I watch and wait
And let the wonder grow,
The light returns,
Whatever month I'm in.

(c) A McN