a poem for the spring equinox
It's The Day to Spring,
from winter's bare coil.
The Day for Self,
and Nature,
to draw its longbowed
heart and sap back
and let fly,
freely,
swiftly,
vernally forth,
air to ground,
arrowing
with anticipation
into the marrow
of all newness,
all awakening,
all fullness.
Colin Goedecke
Central Park, New York
March 20, 2016