A poem for Nodens after a stretch of time.
(Image description: A photo of a brown autumn leaf floating in water during rain. Other leaves float near it, with an orange light reflecting on the water.) Credit: Photo by John Noonan on Unsplash
For the past few posts, my writings have predominantly focused on Brighid or Brigantia. Given that I think of the darker, rainier parts of the year as being associated with Nodens, that’s still a few weeks off. For now, it’s mostly hot and sunny, but traces of rainy days are already appearing. I yearn and cherish for the time that’s approaching.
Nodens’ Autumn
I recall the cloudy days,
when they drift like
hounds lazing down to rest.
A hint of crispness cuts
with the fine sharpness
of a blade in the wind.
The lingering mist swathing trees
are a both a hello and a namesake.
I greet You, a courtesy turned prayer,
hoping You will stay a while.
A temporary temple hangs near my home,
nestled among verdant pines and dying grasses.
Holy petrichor wafts in the air,
cleansing my body and my soul like incense.
A candle lit and hot tea lifted in Your honor,
I praise You and welcome Your return,
as the leaves shift to browns, golds, and reds.
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