Tag: Autumn

Beech in Autumn

Beech Tree, Lake District, photographed by Gill Henwood

My friend Gill has sent me this wonderfully autumnal photo and poem.

Beech in Autumn

Fallen beech leaves,
copper shining with rain,
carpeting the grey slate with burnished glow
of the changing season

As the tree sheds her leaves after another year,
her bare skeleton speaks of hope and renewal:
that one day, after the cold frosts, bitter winds and ice,
warmth and buds of growth will come again,
anew, afresh.

She is over a century old.
She bears witness this Samhain, All Hallows, All Saints,
Remembering.

[Gill Henwood]

Equinox

Photo by Mr G of the Gaia Globe exhibited at Chelmsford Cathedral.

AUTUMN EQUINOX

Today, September 23rd, is the Autumn Equinox in the Norther Hemisphere. It’s the Spring Equinox in the Southern Hemisphere

According to my sources, mainly the British Met. Office, the Equinox defines the transition between the seasons of the astronomical calendar. It is a key part of the earth’s orbit around the Sun. There are two each year – Autumn and Spring.

It occurs when the Sun crosses the path of the equator and is poised exactly between the Northern and Southern Hemispheres.
During equinox, day and night are about the same length (12 hours each).
The word Equinox means this. It is made up of two Latin words – ‘Equi’ meaning equal and ‘nox’ meaning night.
From today, in the Northern Hemisphere the darkness of night becomes longer as winter approaches.

This balance and interaction of darkness and light affects our daily life but it also affects our spiritual and physical life. Physically many animals slow down or hibernate. Our daily life is affected by darkness. Nature goes into sleep mode. Shortly the trees will drop their leaves and the buds of next year’s foliage and plants will be dormant. Physically we may become more lethargic and as the weather becomes colder, staying indoors is more welcome. Though we follow our daily life, our bodies would love to hibernate. That is a generalization, but spiritually we become more aware of nature, of the creative change of the world around us. At the beginning of this cycle, we often celebrate Harvest and we give thanks for God’s goodness towards us in the provision of food. For our ancestors the curing and storing of food was vital to carry them through the harsh winter months. This thought can remind us of those without food and who are coping with disaster in places such as Morocco coping with its earthquake; Libya with the floods; Ukraine with the evil of the Russian invasion. These are  but three of the needs we need to pray about and act upon. In the United Kingdom, poverty, financial hardship, and the need for Food Banks, remind us of our duty to those in need. We should add to that the plight of the world’s nomads, forced to flee their countries because of violence, imprisonment and the inhumanity meted out to them on a vast scale.
It is at a time of Equinox that we are invited to pray and act for a better world. A world where all are equal and a remembrance that every one of us owes our existence to our Planet Earth, which sustains us, and to our Creator God. All has been planned to be held in a creative tension which ultimately is not about who gains what territory and power, but to a finely balanced Universe over which we have no control or power; except, of course, the power of destruction in which we are all engaged at present.  We do and should have gratitude as the world turns and our life is altered for a time and a season. Thankfulness should be at the heart of everything we are and do.
A thankfulness which must embrace everyone who are tenants of the earth.

EQUINOX

Sun poised over equator
heralds the day of equal light;
equal darkness.

Earth catches her breath
in a moment of cosmic stillness,
bringing to mind the delicate balance
of solar existence,
of which we are but a small part.

Seasons turn in an astronomical process 
in which our human participation is not required.
We are the result of a divine plan, 
of an eternal equality over which we have no control.
This global moment is our reminder that
in our vast, unfathomable universe
we are of little significance.

Yet, in the heart of our Creator God,
we are loved and held
because of another Equinox,
not on the equator but on Calvary,
where darkness  became light
and a new direction was shown to the world.
It is called Love.
Together, with all on earth
we are invited to embrace it.

[Mr G. 23rd September 2023]

Sheltering, waiting, nurturing

Mid Autumn Reflection
by my friend Gill Henwood who took the photos.

Brambles along the ridge track, Grizedale Forest, are aflame in the pyrrhic victory of autumnal mid-November.

I’m reflecting along the way about glory in the natural world
as leaves fulfil their task of nurturing the trees for this season,
of sheltering wildlife and shading the forest floor.
Trees and their undergrowth are gradually withdrawing their summer lush greens,
through autumn russets to the stark beauty of their varied branches.

The brambles arch and scramble below,
creating spiny sanctuaries for creatures to nestle down out of danger.
Birds and mice have mostly taken the blackberries and carried their seeds
further along the forest edges and field hedgerows. 

Creation is readying for the burst of life starting after midwinter in only a few weeks’ time.
Primroses are flowering already in sunny spots, unseasonally warmed.
Bulbs are waiting, biding their time, just below the leaf litter.

Advent is not far from us – our time to get ready,
to prepare for the explosion of new life into the world at Christmas,
the coming of the Christ Child as the new era dawns and continues…

Gill Henwood

Stir up, O Lord,
the wills of your faithful people; 
that they, plenteously bringing forth the fruit of good works,
may by you be plenteously rewarded;
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Autumn Confetti

Autumn leaves falling as nature’s confetti, photographed by Gill Henwood.
As the year turns with the adjusting of our time clocks, Gill reflects.

Confetti, as the clocks go back

Scarlet startled me on the step,
Stopped me in my hurried tracks
to shelter from the rain storm.
Summer green hid below the exposed
upper canopy of spreading layers
still warm, still calm, still lush.

Flames ripped along leaves clinging
to the fine slender branches,
Autumn fires engulfed the dancers
spangling gold, orange, vermilion
Overwhelming viridian vigour.
Ruby shining leaves fell in their final
whirl to carpet the cold slate steps.
Clear water washing them away
sprinkled with rose petals

A christening of confetti
For their grave. Yet…
Resurrection will come
with the snowdrops.

[Gill Henwood]