the magic of the  Autumn

Fruit of  the gods some say

pertaining to the underworld

the silver bough, today

feminine of gender

planet Venus  she

Bounded by fresh water

and her deity

Venus and Dionysus

And Diana  perchance

at Samhain apples everywhere

the altar where some dance


one of immortality

bearer of buds and flowers

a symbol of soul  lets bury them

and in Spring lets spend our hours

listening to the growing cycle

when Winter comes then we

having seen the frosts emerge and sit

on the apples so sweetly


add dry to love potions

sachets scents and brews

lets each share an apple sweet

our love will then be news

a wand carved out of Apple wood

sees emotional magic thrive

under the tree a unicorn

lives and spends and does survive

Worthy of  the presentiment

of peacefulness which pays


a kiss from frosts abounding

sweeten flesh within

it comes with immortality

far away from sin

more so vision and wholeness

perception grows tis said

Gaia gave an apple to her daughter Hera

and life now has been

From their  eternal sleep

the pentagram within proven

how truthfully serene


Don’t imagine the Old Testament

talks of sin and lust

they saw it as a forbidden tree

Rising from the dust

knowledge is the key here

to enter is the way

respect for all things growing

whilst knowing what you say.











About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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