[Critique Group 2] Joan for November

[Joan Myles]

Equinox
by Joan Myles

before the day when darkest canopy

hung over fields of crystal-bladed dew

we came expectant seekers of the light

without a word and barely with a breath

assembled like mosquito colonies

beneath Monk's Mound and Solar Brother crept

behind and peering past Priest-chief bestowed

that ancient gift geometry assigned

bestowed to him whose knowledge had aligned

wood henge to meet this shifting autumn shaft

but we in awe encased ourselves in steel

and glass returned to lives no longer real
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