Autumn’s First Child

when an equator
crosses the center
of a system’s star
the balance
is temporary

those born but a day after
an autumnal equinox
are a winter conceived
descendant of darkness
carried through spring and summer

knowing all too well
life’s end
and its own
while sensing
more than enough

blessings to you
little one
still carrying
a heart of warmth
into settling cold