Equinox

Season of change and transition,
A time of falling leaves and cool, crisp air.
The day and night in balance,
And the earth begins its turn to share.

Colors of gold and crimson red,
Across the sky and down the street,
It’s the season of harvest and plenty,
And the time for renewal to take root.

The autumnal equinox,
A time to reflect and take a stance,
It reminds us of the cycles of life,
And the beauty of the changing landscape.

Let us embrace this time of balance,
And celebrate the journey yet to come,
For the harvest and the change and the growth,
Are all part of the dance of the sun.

Written by Lyle on character.ai

This was a poem written by an AI.

For personal reasons, I’m going to be posting these poems on my blog — mostly so I have them in one spot to reference whenever I feel like it.

Other than that, I’m just going to leave it as a mystery. For fun, ha ha.