A poem for the spring equinox.
A Time of Balance
The old saying: See saw, Margery Daw
Finely balanced between day and night
Entering the long snows before the thaw
The Equinox: balance of dark and light
The cold wind blows, and frost on stone
And harvests fail, there is no bread
The ancient dolmen, the fragment bone
Balance: between living and dead
This is the point where the seasons turn
And heat waves come, a land of fire
And people riot, and townships burn
And the church is closed, a rusty spire
Spring equinox: a balance so very fine
And in the dark, will a candle shine?
The old saying: See saw, Margery Daw
Finely balanced between day and night
Entering the long snows before the thaw
The Equinox: balance of dark and light
The cold wind blows, and frost on stone
And harvests fail, there is no bread
The ancient dolmen, the fragment bone
Balance: between living and dead
This is the point where the seasons turn
And heat waves come, a land of fire
And people riot, and townships burn
And the church is closed, a rusty spire
Spring equinox: a balance so very fine
And in the dark, will a candle shine?
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