Spring
Equinox – as daylight lasts as long as the night.
Change in the weather.
Lengthening of days.
The daffodils push towards the sun.
Equinox,
astronomical,
as the sun’s path moves north
or is it the earth that wobbles?
The sun of winter
melts into the winds.
More than facts.
A hope.
A fear.
Impatience as we long for rain.
Yellows and greens
replace the long dark night.
Through the window slats
beyond the road
the hill reaches to touch a cloud.
A timeless time ago
a child tossed a kite into the wind.
String, sticks, newsprint and torn rag tail
to travel just below the puffy clouds
of a bright spring sky.
Andrew's View of the Week 
A beautiful poem, Andrew! And as my birthday is the first day of spring, I’ll enjoy your words on a very personal level!
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What a great day to have a birthday!
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Love it! Spring is my favourite season. 🙂
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mine too.
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Wonderful poem, Andrew! Glad spring has arrived, too!
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Spring is here!
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Nicely done Andrew 🙂
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Thank you.
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Your Spring poem is better than the one I learned and memorized:
Spring has sprung,
The grass has riz,
I wonder where the birdies is?
Seriously, though. I liked your poem. Isn’t it great when Spring comes when you live in a place that actually snows in the winter?!
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It is great to have seasons with so much contrast. Back in SJ, you’d have to look at a calendar to know the season. Here, just look out the window.
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