Equinox

Equinox

The equinox arrives again—

The differences are slight.

But soon enough it’s patent that

We're tumbling into night.

There, Darkness reigns while Bitter Cold

Retains the other throne.

And humans feel abandoned in

The darkness—all alone.

It takes another equinox—

In March, the vernal one—

To reacquaint us with the light—

With Hope, the child of Sun.

 

 I’m older now and really can't

Do anything like gallivant.

Shakespeare Couplet: A Midsummer Night’s Dream (47)

And so this play—this “Pyramus”—begins,

And soon dramatic nonsense whirls and spins. (5.1)