According to the general populace, 1 March is considered to herald in the cooler season of autumn, bringing with it much appreciated relief from our hot southern summers. This year our summer here in southern Australia has been somewhat comfortably mild which is a relief after the 2019-2020 summer season which saw many areas of the country ablaze – however is our unpredictable weather luring us into a false sense of security?
As we know however, anything could happen temperature wise during March. Whatever the case, there is definitely a chill in the air and the evening shades are closing earlier.
March heralds the autumnal equinox as the sun enters the sign of Pisces, which will be taking place around 8:07pm on 20 March. The word equinox is derived from a Latin word believed to mean “equal night”. In other words, where the hours of night and day are nearly equal in length. (They are not quite equal due to the wobble of the earth on its orbit.)
While the Northern Hemisphere enters the time where energy is manifesting for action at the spring equinox, here south of the equator it is repose after action at the autumn equinox.
We can take satisfaction in the work undertaken during the warmer months and reap the benefits. Daylight saving will conclude at the end of the month and with it, the realisation that summer will be over. While there are still a couple of weeks before the autumn equinox arrives, now is a good time to start making preparations for the colder winter months.
On Saturday, 20 March, I will be hosting a event that honours the autumn equinox here in Adelaide at The Connection Centre in North Adelaide. During this event we will be exploring the myths and folklore surrounding the autumn equinox, undergo a sacred journey in order to find balance in our lives, and create a special charm that will protect and guide us through the darker months of the year that we will empower. Tickets for this event can be found here.
The following is a wonderful seasonal poem by William Blake.
by William Blake (from Poetical Sketches, 1783)
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain’d
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
“The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.
“The spirits of the air live in the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.”
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.