vernal equinox poem

A day stolen from the tide
light rain, a haze of green ghosting the trees

equal-handed the dark and the light
I walk the middle way

here where the blackbird sings rainsongs
and first bluebells push towards sky

sway of curdwhite windflowers below the birches
scudding of geese overhead

and this grace note: grazing the untended land between
water-meadow and road a trio of wild deer




~ Roselle Angwin