Rouse / The Spring Equinox



winter labor has been hard
but the maiden has become
the mother once again.
from the earths'womb  
the sun is
born again.
finally,
it is spring.



darkness and light
hang in balance for just
a day,
an exquisite tension
before the wheel turns
and the sun's power grows
strong in the
momentum.



the heavens align in
eternal pattern.
it is the same season
it has always been,
recreated with blessed uniqueness.
this spring is cold.
soil softens slowly.
green shoots
and flowers shiver bravely,
delicate but hardy.
a laughing moon drenched in
the brightness of venus
exhalts the joy
of perfect partnership.
a shooting star rushes across
the sky to pass into what
it must be.



it is spring.
it is everything waited for
and everything needed
for this moment of time.