poetry

vernal equinox

vernal equinox

sun and shadow
trace a straight
up and down line
meaning its time
for buds to burst
chicks to hatch
ice to melt
day and night
to meet in the middle
all accounts to balance
before rushing headlong
toward summer

poetry

September: Equinox

September: Equinox

an equinox with no pull of fall
this year there’ll be no
slowing-down shedding-time
no long inward-turning impulse

pictures of home bring yellow and reds
but more the sense we’re moving
at a different rate
to a different clock
not just 13 hours ahead
we’re in a time without seasons
without the rhythms our bodies know
chasing summer
while the people we love
watch for frost