Silent Celebration

Silent Celebration …

The morning sunlight canters through the trees.
The woodlands blush, and then begin to preen.
The leaves of green and gold flirt with the breeze
As branches bow to partners yet unseen.

Then suddenly, the Forest Queen appears.
She nods her head; the festive gala starts
With dancing to the music of the spheres.
The sounds and rhythms heard within their hearts.

They dance in equal times, through night and day.
Their celebration has no need for clocks.
The creatures whirl and wing, the timbers sway.
Today is the Autumnal Equinox.

This frolic brings the season to its height;
Tomorrow brings a longer, darker night.



Form: Shakespearean sonnet
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