At our Autumn Equinox ceremony in March we honour the power and radiance of Autumn and acknowledge the approaching Winter. This year Pamela spoke for Autumn and, at the appointed time in the Working, cast off her cloak to reveal a costume of russets, red, oranges and yellows and unrolling a parchment scroll and walking the circle, spoke thus:
I am Autumn
I am the release as the end draws near
I am the last breath.
I protest my leaving!
And my breath shall not be a whisper or a cry
But a shout made exultant by the power in me.
I rebel against my fading!
In these last moments you will see and feel my brilliance
And as I rebel will you view me in fear and admiration.
I am no spectator, I am the spectacle.
You do not touch me, I touch you.
In awe will you stand back as I begin my throes.
Only the daring will approach me as I embrace the Earth
And share my brief spasms of Ecstasy
For the generosity and fullness of my Relaxation.
All of my animals, too, regret my passing
For they must face the starkness of the time that approaches
The bear eats ravenously for fat, the squirrels store
All Nature quivers as my strength leaves.
I deny my passing!
Even as I go to Earth shall I give form to the future
And my seed shall rise again in another body.
And so I allow the old to fall away
And in my last, withdrawing sigh
I feel the energy of new creation . . .
For I am Birth, Death and Genesis
Then Tom stepped into the circle, head and body completely covered by his cloak to speak for Winter thus:
I speak for Winter at Autumn Equinox
As you enjoy the warmth of the sun on this Autumn day
Know you that I am coming!
Notice how the evenings and nights are cooler,
The days getting shorter.
Soon there will be frosts and the South Wind will howl in
With rain and snow.
I speak for Winter and I am coming fast . . .