Thoughts at the Vernal Equinox
Joanne Cucinello
The trees are still
upside down
waving their
root-like branches
at the sky
naked and unashamed
asking for blessings
and ripe new buds.
Once they were
seeds
in the dark soil
of earth
now
they, like we ~
reach up
to the heavens
for grace
to endure
another season
another flood
another drought
another reason
to keep growing ~
releasing their gifts
of shelter and peace
awaiting
the Sun Godīs return
welcoming golden rays
light-filled blossoms
and childrenīs smiles
willing to die again
come autumnīs blaze
and so ~
life continues.
