A Mortal Wound

A Mortal Wound

A Poem of the Autumn Equinox and Michaelmas
By Muninn's Kiss

The Horned Child rises ever strong,
Like a mighty angel with a sword of steel,
He ventures forth in search of prey,
Looking for a Serpent with feathered wings,
He finds him then, near end of life,
The Winged Serpent weak, while the Child is strong,
He stalks his prey desiring the kill,
He takes his time for the hour is nigh,
In the early snow, he finds the trail,
The autumn's chill soon slows the snake,
The Child approached, so full of faith,
Of how this will end, of what's at stake,
He raises his sword and makes the blow,
A mortal wound that can't be healed,
But the time is short, and has not come,
The Wounded Serpent does get away,
The Child was wrong, the death wasn't sure,
But he trudges one, still on the trail.

The Falling Leaf Moon

The Falling Leaf Moon
By Muninn's Kiss (2012-12-15)

The leaves are falling to the ground,
As the heart above is sunward bound,
Fair Satevis the Red in sun's fair light,
As the great hunter begins his fight,
The leaves bright colour now fades to brown,
And fall from heaven to earth's dark mound,
Chilly breezes and first tongue of frost,
What we still see will soon be tossed,
And winter is coming will be the call,
As it will always be and is every Fall.

The Changing Moon

The Changing Moon

By Muninn's Kiss (2012-11-05)

The scales are tipping as the leaves change shade,

The scales are tipping in Autumn's rays,

The red and orange, the yellow, green,

Bright colours showing as the temperatures change,

Third moon of Autumn, third harvest moon,

Each leaf changing and calling forth,

Life hangs in the balance, the weighing scales,

As Autumn fades to Winter's gale.

Autumn Fire

Autumn Fire
By Muninn's Kiss

Yellow flame and red fire,
Orange plumes against dark green needles,
Fire dancing as the wind blows it,
A rustle not a roar or crackle,
Fire cool and cold,
But bright with colour,
Ranging yet staying still,
The fire of autumn.