A 2016 Equinox Poem
March eclipses
sing back-up to new beginnings.
Aries fire heats up the groundswell
of rooting medium.
Trees shout greenery.
Buds clap to the beat,
don’t care an iota about
the patterns in the sky.
Spring comes like clockwork
ticking hope.
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Poem by Joyce Mason © 2016
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