Equinox
Equinox is a time of celebration
When the world emerges from its slumber
And life in all its splendor is
reborn
Equinox is a time of burgeoning
beauty
When the poet sings of love
And the graces dance on angel’s
wings
Equinox opens of the gates of
plenty
And welcomes dancers artists lovers
In her warm enchanting embrace
O how I miss the call of spring
An intoxicating brew of scent and
taste
That stirs the deepest senses
There is no equinox this year
The celebration has been cancelled
The angels are in quarantine
And the graces are in waiting
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