Autumnal Equinox

The turning of the hands,
And the changing of the days,
And the blazing flame of smoky scarlet,
Sets alight the maze.

All the earthen shades of coffee oak,
Replace the Summer white,
And the metaphoric day of sun,
To metaphoric night.

Every Salem cat of ashen black,
Turns shadow into fame,
And the fire of the occult mystique,
Plays it as a game.

Watch the candles, heed the sky,
And paint acrylic on the clocks,
As now, dark pawns summon mother night,
Autumnal Equinox.