Spring Equinox
from the Four AM and Feral Poems
Fold the earth Sun returns warming the earth for bare feet deep in freshly turned soil ready for seeds and new life to begin again birds, once quiet for the dark winter vying for a moment in the break between song Young raven proud with his new mate gathers twigs to build a home high in the tree gently, the call to one another Morning adventures meet with bear before the light awake from his winter sleep, he observes the human and her terrier from beneath the shadow at the curve in the street Unperturbed all but touching noses. Season evoked as each day nudges us closer to summer Watch pause in the light warming your face Immerse deep into the conversations of all creatures spring cleaning mating rituals danced across the blue sky Return your hands to the soil pull out the winter’s dead branches and un-composted remains add some manure – everything needs a little shit to grow press seeds deep with the belief in magic pat down the topsoil and whisper, “good luck” soon Be present for the Equinox And enter the rhythm set generations ago.