Vernal Equinox

Spring is official

We're in the part that hangs us up

The thawing what's been forgotten

Under snirt and ice for months

Secrets left for safe keeping

Are announcing winter's dark season

Like confessionals 

Transition or how hard spring can be

Reminds us of brutal beauty

Of life and death

Never considered separately

A tandem like

The War and Peace Report

Which has meaning because

They come together to every discussion about them

Walk together like twins of different genders

Twenty-four hours of day/night wholeness

Equality of light and darkness

Belief has nothing to do with it

Natural cycles happen with

Or without our consent

Weather is known by propensity

To change in unpredictable ways

Flaccid pale grass is being uncovered

Slowly and awkwardly by heat of sunlight

To reveal our recent future

Melting frigid winter of horrible exactness

We didn’t know we had it

But we gave it anyway

A few gave their all

Upped their ghosts in the process

Somehow winter always exacts a toll

The reaper is forever standing

Hooded

Ready to claim those whose time

Has expired

To cross over into light and heat

Some must be left behind

Because the price of progress

Is attrition

The real measure of our journey

Is how prepared we are to die

Grim is the reaper because we’re afraid

And project our fear

Onto the myth of her majesty

And deny how inevitable

Her visits are

How she makes room for more

Her stain covers everything

Reduces the living to selfish and forgetful wailers