Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Spring Equinox

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



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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