A Month in Autumn - 09
Libra
An element of Air.
You think you have caught in your palm
But you open your hand and it’s vanished.
Just crinkles and lines never banished
Tell your story.
Ruled by Venus.
The planetary pull on your soul is strong,
You love beauty and money and love Love,
Provided they fit like a fashionable glove
Perfectly groomed.
Proportion and balance.
A perfectly balanced mind and life.
Exists there a myth that Librans are indecisive,
Yet their verdicts come easy, laughingly derisive
Self-indulgent.
Harmony and concord.
Knowledge is power, we keep information
The perfect balance of intuition and logic,
Our pursuit of justice can become pathologic
Well-balanced.
Symmetry rules.
A place for everything and nothing out of place,
Until boredom steals, creeping into the perceptive brain
But they will forgive you, because they can. Ultimately vain
Self-satisfied.
Inanimate object.
The only one of the twelve.
A time when the daylight and night match each other.
A calm, rational sensation that envelopes the senses
But beware the righteous and the consequences,
Libra has its Claws.
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