3 Perfect Poems for Your Spring Equinox Extravaganza

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Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!' — Robin Williams

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3 Perfect Poems to Celebrate the Spring Equinox

1. “Near Spring Equinox” by Jeanetta Calhoun Mish

A ruby crocus near the porch sends up

hope—winter of sorrow is waning

the dire moon of almost-spring rises

full with promise of renewal,

shaming twinkling city lights in its splendor.

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2. “Sitting River Meditation” by Brian Teare

The spring equinox
            is near : rain coaxes

the icy lattices
            to relax into lapse,

little cracks
            mid-river.

It’s so quiet
            I hardly feel

desire. But its soft force
            flenses the strongest water

from thaw : there, at
            the thinnest brink,

kinesis that
            resists stillness,

thinking on thinking,
            the current pulses.

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3. “At the Equinox” by Arthur Sze

Looping out into the world, we thread

and return. The lapping waves

cover an expanse of mussels clustered on rocks;

and, giving shape to what is unspoken,

forsythia buds and blooms in our arms.

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Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.— Rainer Maria Rilke

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3 MORE Perfect Poems— for a Climate Changed Spring Equinox

1. “Equinox” by Joy Harjo

   I must keep from breaking into the story by force,
   If I do I will find a war club in my hand
   And the smoke of grief staggering toward the sun,
   Your nation dead beside you.

   I keep walking away though it has been an eternity
   And from each drop of blood
   Springs up sons and daughters, trees
   A mountain of sorrows, of songs.

   I tell you this from the dusk of a small city in the north
   Not far from the birthplace of cars and industry.
   Geese are returning to mate and crocuses have
   Broken through the frozen earth.

   Soon they will come for me and I will make my stand
   Before the jury of destiny. Yes, I will answer in the
   clatter
   Of the new world, I have broken my addiction to war
   And desire. Yes, I will reply, I have buried the dead

   And made songs of the blood, the marrow.

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2. “Equinox Ritual with Ravens & Pines” by Brenda Hillman

-- so we said to the somewhat: Be born --

      & the shadow kept arriving in segments,

    cold currents pushed minerals

  up from the sea floor, up through

coral & labels of Diet Coke blame shame

        bottles down there --

    it is so much work to appear!

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3. "Light At Equinox" By Léonie Adams

To her own brink light glides, intent

An unsphering sense to bind

By narrowing measures in;

Sidelong as then up branching March she bade

Stiff buds into the glancing skein,

And the green reel unwind.

Now towards another pole she's leant,

And netherward for partner draws her shade.

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What do you think? What poems would you add?

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