October

Flaming,
harboured the heat of summer
in every ripe fruit.

Round,
orbit of yang
ran its perfect course.

Fulfilled,
destiny come to a peak
and peace ensues.

Gentle,
falling, ever coming to rest
in Shiva's arms.

Bow your heads, all ye people,

for sweetness is accomplished,
fullness is ours and love reigns.
 Light the fires,
gather the stock,
repair, conserve,
measure with providence
not leaving any uncounted for.

Now the test of time.

Falling away.
A large fruit has not been eaten,
bearing the seeds of new life.
Superior person receives a carriage.
Inferior person's house falls.
I Ching 23:6

Irma Walter 2010