Astrology Poetry: Scorpio

It is said

That fall shows us how beautiful it is

To let things go.

The trees shed

Their leaves

Relinquishing themselves of their spring and summer duties.

Letting go of their need

To stand tall, and green

Beautiful and illustrious

They remind us

There is beauty in death.

When the hush of fall arrives

Scorpio season arises.

It cloaks us in secret lullabies

Whispers

That the silence in fall tries to hide.

The phoenix is magnetizing

To the human eye.

Cascading with glowing embers

That strike the coldest hearts

With hope from the heat of the flames.

Scorpio illuminates the underworld

The underworld we forgot that existed

Before we knew our own names.

It unravels the shadows

Consuming the heart, soul,

Drawing in the flesh and bones -

Reminding us of our humanness

Of our capacity to birth

And die.

That beauty coexists

On both sides.