Crossing the Equator

In snow-swept realms of yearly melting soft tips of grass rise peeking through frost-covered earth where temperatures rise and fall inconstant changes before the celestial heavens slowly move across the equator to bring a gift of tender caress from the rays of the sun like the warm hands of a lover in shadowed light where the breath of a solstice blows across the Northern Hemisphere that danced naked in the cold meadows of grass and trees as they waited for the dark clouds of thunder to roll beneath a round sky of stars and sun before they cry and wet the earth in tears to reveal the emerald and olive color of nature as life is woven into a tapestry that hangs on the edge of life dressed in a vibrant-colored gown as it waits for the fragrant scent of flowers