Equinox--the day of equal light and equal dark In the north we know that winter ends yet again Now is the time of miracles Eos wings through a persimmon dawn Astarte strokes her hare Freya dresses in gossamer and wreaths Saraswati holds the lotus blooms Isis restores her lover to life The blood of Cybele’s lover gives us violets before his resurrection Soon it will be the Passion of the Son of Mary of the Sacred Heart It is the time of cleaning and planting Crones stretch fingers no longer cramped by bitterness Seeds planted in the cold dark give birth The time of long light and short night begins yet again
This lovely poem is mirrored by stunning visual images that complement the work.
I didn’t see this yet — lush, generous, hopeful.
enjoyed your work very much!
thank you, dlwshield, for reading and contemplating. hope your spring brings you abundance.
Wonderful Spring poem, Donna. Love the accompanying graphics, too.
Thank you for honoring my modest gift. I feel like the little drummer boy in the old Christmas song.