It is the middle of the year
and we stand at that point where all
the forces of our world rest in
equal measure of light and dark.
Between extremes of heat and cold
lie the best of all the seasons
where warm days and the cool of night
make our lives easy and simpler.
In the north the solar being
having risen from winter stirs
all to flower so that the fruits
of Melissa's labours are born.
This Vernal Equinox is still
marked with celebrations and gifts
of eggs and flowers, symbols of
rebirth and the promised harvests.
Come down to us through the ages.
Adopted here and altered there,
to suit the powers that be and their
greed and lust for domination.
In the south the spent force of light
repents the long houred days of
relentless heat and burn leaving
the land parched and over grazed.
This Autumnal equinox has
seen failures of monsoonal rains
and thunderstorms before dawn light.
Many weather records broken
Tis pity this balance of dark
and light cannot take hold upon
the human heart and illumine
psyche and soul in unison.
