Best Equinox Poems

Written for the Avebury Gorsedd, 24th September 2016  
I wish you well...

I’m here, again…
Come riding in, upon the western wave
My hair all wove with golden leaves, my breast
As pale as moonlight on a hidden grave
And all the sins of summer long confessed

I come, again…
In...

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As the weather softly turns
Beckoning in the Equinox
Clusters of colourful bulbs
Dance and sway in the breeze
Eagles swoop up on thermals
Flying high until they are specks
Golden feathers gleaming amid
Heather glowing white on the hills
Indigo skies with puffy clouds
Jutting into various shapes
Kale drift by lazily snapping flies
Luscious...

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At
winter’s 
departure -
though I feel glad -
I must remember
that like human beings,
Mother Nature needs a rest
from her growing season; she will
reawaken at spring equinox,
shaking off her pretty white lace blanket.

For the vernal season, Mother Nature
dons her most beautiful green dresses.
From month to month I see...

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Toss the ground around make the colours stand out loud
Rub your fairy boots in the dust, the autumn leaf is a must
The air has a nip that makes your cheeks aglow
The wheel turns now way before the snow

Rustic colours tumble and fall
How do you prepare...

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All things being equal, as they are upon this day,
The time of light and that of dark equivalent of span,
We sat upon the beaten bench above the traffic crawl,
Sipping from the draining hours as they broke and ran.

Aloft the terraced houses, huddled ramshackle and spent,
A...

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Asterisms flicker
one sleek obsidian night;
solstice slips away

Snowdrop shoots nosing
petals into bitter winds;
first whispers of spring

Sparkling laughter runs
among the pebbles and reeds;
melt-water music

Bright blue, wet green days
wash away winters lather;
vernal equinox....

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Listless, the rains come falling on empty hands.
Ashen hands, that stirred the last embers, worried
the skies would not give way against the raging sun
even though the forecast called and called, no rains.

Entering like ants, the clouds wisp and invade.
Quiescence of smoke, like camouflage for sky
unclear...

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The balance tips toward the light.
Now is the time to start
A journey or a garden bed;
Plant with a happy heart

The seeds of dreams. Wake, senses, wake!
Smell the moist soil that brings 
Forth juicy green from its dark depth. 
Hear how the river sings;

The waters nourish...

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today
snow falls tomorrow
spring equinox...

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Spring begins as a spring, the roads shining wet, the earth desultory floats the water as 

the lawns are pricking green welcoming the Spring. At dawn the birds chatter with delight 

at the worms' awful plight while commuters mutter imprecations to one and all as...

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Northern hemisphere
Farewell to long days of light
Darkness, equinox
Sun decrees our destiny
Nature yawns and people sigh....

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Equinox Talks
As Spring Knocks,
In March Hypnosis,
Wearing Orange Socks,
Show of Toetal Happiness,
Tweet, Sweet Robin Chirp Rocks,
Twolip, Tulip Crocus Finesse,
Break Out of Winter's Box,
Sights of Blossoms Caress,
Spring Sprung, No Hoax,
In Purim Costumes Dress,
Fine Weather Un-Cloaked,
Smiles Access, No More Ice Stress!...

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The Vernal Equinox

Welcome to the vernal equinox,
a time to move hour forward all our clocks.

Regrowth, rejuvenation and rebirth,
A zest for life and lust for all its worth.

As warm winds kiss away the cold and freeze,
the sap is rising in the Maple trees.

A lover pulls you...

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Stars form patterns to Ancient's Zodiac.
Creatures emerge, especially the snake.
Mayan watchers see the serpent go back,
Back into the earth at Equinox break.
What portends, only prophesies can make.

Past the temple is Astronomer's dome.
There prophets see futures where the stars roam....

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August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born.
The odd uneven time—Sylvia Plath




End Of August
             
The end of August is oh so near    ...

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