Spring Equinox

The right poem will always find you at the right time.
There is always a turning point.
There is always light. There is always love.

Happy Spring Equinox.


March 20 - Ted Kooser

How important it must be
to someone
that  I am alive, and walking,
and that I have written
these poems.
This morning the sun stood
right at the end of the road
and waited for me.

March Mindset

March 1912 - Natasha Trethewey                             

–Postcard, en route westward

At last we are near
breaking the season, shedding
our coats, the gray husk

of winter.  Each tree
trembles with new leaves, tiny
blossoms, the flashy

dress of spring. I am
aware now of its coming
as I’ve never been—

the wet grass throbbing
with crickets, insistent, keen
as desire.  Now,

I feel what trees must—
budding, green sheaths splitting—skin
that no longer fits.

Spring Moon

 

Indeed.

The Spring Moon -

How many miles away

Those orange blossoms!

                                      -Jack Kerouac