Monday, March 14, 2022


A Spring Equinox Poem

Poem ©2022 by Joyce Mason

I am a bud lingering

in my grave of soil,

past and future lives merged,

barely moving at a snail’s pace,


Winter, a weighted blanket

of frozen motion clings

and ducks the sun

that melts into tomorrow.


The season of suspended animation was so long;

past memories have been wiped

and renewal is a broken hope …


… and yet

like clockwork

the wheel turns,

sprouts push out of their earthen crypt

and another spring reaches its tipping point,

bursting into being

bringing us with it.



Photo Credit: ©




No comments: