Equinox

 

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Patience is a temperament

akin to middle Spring

 

When nighttime meets the length of day

 

And the tender green 

of possibilities

 

Emerges slowly

 

From the dark,

waking Earth.

 

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Roundness of Time

 

-------Roundness of Time-------

 

While mulching 

with hay 

 

I remember the grasses

 

And their meadows 

of golden 

Autumn.

 

There is 

a slowness 

in Spring

 

Of a precious kind

 

That helps 

remember 

the roundness of time.

 

As the meadows 

return 

 

To gold in Autumn

 

And their grasses 

dry 

to hay.

 

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Connection

 

-------Connection-------

 

When I take the time 

to pay attention

 

And let go 

of things 

to do

 

I feel the seeds 

within me 

stirring

 

And the garden 

begin to waken.

 

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A Little More Green

 

-------A Little More Green-------

 

There is a lightness 

to weeding in Spring

 

A kind of wonder 

carried over 

from Winter

 

Making everything 

a little more green.

 

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Into We

 

-------Into We-------

 

In due respect 

for what is sacred

 

I do not dare 

romanticize

 

How it feels 

to fall 

in Love.

 

There are flowers

for sure

 

And sweetness 

like the ever-Spring

 

But 

so too

is there destruction

 

As the wall around

the isolated I

 

Crumbles

into We.

 

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