Spring Equinox

As winter's malignant spell starts to fade, The Equinox balances night and day. The world awakens from its frozen sleep; Slowly dredging up all its sunken dreams. March is being birthed beneath sunlit skies. Fresh flowers burst forth with colours so bright, The birds return with their songs of delight. And aching earth is bathed in lamb-like light. Spring's green arrival rises implacably. Only innocent eyes can truly see Its profound textures transfiguring gray dead-end streets into things from fairy- tales. Look at the fields: daffodils are in bloom, The air abounds with their fragrant perfume And through the trees, a deep and cloudless blue Suggests that dormant worlds are born anew O Poets are composing potent words As Nature's verdant palette is unfurled! O we pray for the smallest sign of peace; For hearts of stone to become flesh! Spring's dreams Point the way to the sweet unfolding of grace, in a age that has forgotten how to pray, and doesn't believe much in anything. Many lost, modern souls have clipped their wings. Yet in diurnal time, the birth of spring, sings eternal designs into being.