Cusp

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,

becoming.

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.

Reincarnation.

~~~

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Spring Chickens: A Vernal Equinox Poem

Poem © 2020 by Joyce Mason

Deep inside me

seeds are desperate to crack open

as the Sun warms the earth a bit longer

every day

inching to the Equinox.

The seedlings are chicks pecking at eggshells

from the inside out.

New hopes, dreams, goals, changes:

Resolutions to revolutions.

No one knows what work it takes

to mount or withstand this energetic build-up.

It’s dark, jabbing into the unknown.

It is disconnection and disorientation at their cruelest.

Yet one day like the Tortoise and the Hare,

the slow chicklets of resurrection 

crack the shell as we do the crust of our winter malaise.

Like the slow results of escape with inadequate tools,

We make our jailbreak.

All heaven breaks loose.

Holy Aries!

~~~

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Pisces into Aries: A Spring Equinox Poem

Poem © 2019 by Joyce Mason

The winter knot in my stomach:

A tight bulb

putting out shoots as the rains come.

The weather is seductive,

flaunting bursts of sun and shirtsleeves.

Spring is alluring in the final days

of the Dark of Winter.

A tease.

I begin to see green things in my dreams

sprouting from my eyes, ears and other openings.

Sometimes they dare to bud and laugh at me.

I hide under my down comforter in a flash frozen moment,

teeth chattering in tempo with the gauzy sights and maniacal sounds.

As Pisces peaks

I crave music and meditation

but like Aries itself, I cannot muster patience

even from Bliss.

Want. Spring. Now.

And while I’m distracted

trying to figure out my overactive night movies,

Spring dashes in from behind,

nearly Equi-obnoxious,

soon racing far out front.

I am left in a wake of stardust,

post-morning coffee eyes

and Get Up and Go.

Now that’s awakening.

~~~

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Making Tracks: A Spring Equinox Poem

Poem © 2018 by Joyce Mason

High-speed railroad

Chugging, clanging

Picking up speed

Whisking down the tracks

Bursting flowers

Velocity out of control

Rounding the bend to Spring Equinox

Brakes squealing, slamming to a halt

Just making the station

Grab your suitcase.

Meet me for coffee on the corner
of Aries and New Beginnings.

~~~

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Sounds of Spring

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.

~~~

Poem by Joyce Mason  © 2016

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Spring Equinox Poem: “Birthday Party”

 Poem © 2015 by Joyce Mason

Seeds

push through

the birth canal of Gaia;

end winter's hard labor.

The Sun hands out

flower petals rolled up as cigars.

The Moon mops her brow,

midwife to the season
where Mars leads off

Venus follows

and Mercury

rounds out the chorus

of springing, singing signs.

Chant Aries, Taurus, Gemini!

Happy Rebirthday!

~~~

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Equinox Poems: Haiku to Celebrate Spring

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Poems © 2014 by Joyce Mason 

 

Aries breath of fire

Mouth-to-mouth on sleeping seeds

Life resurrected.

Taurus, womb-like soil

Accepts seeds of our visions

Nurtures gestation.

Gemini birdsong

A joyful noise to Gaia

Chirps birth announcements.

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