Vernal Equinox

poem by: Tony Matthews
Written on Feb 18, 2019


March, April, May, 
Vernal Equinox,
These are the months of spring.

Spring time is coming, 
The Vernal Equinox arrives,
Warm air, warm soil,
New growth, new life, 
The lamb springs forth and dances.
The light of day gets longer, 
The birds earlier like to sing.

March, April, May, 
Vernal Equinox,
These are the months of spring.

Leaves are spreading,
Bulbs are blooming,
Greens are grass,
Grass are greens,
Pollen flies towards the eyes,
If only not allergic, allowing us to breathe.

March, April, May, 
Vernal Equinox,
These are the months of spring.

Spring is in, what to do?
Await and gaze the Cherry Blossoms,
Upon the Crocuses and Snowdrops,
Be the first to see,
Take a picnic in the park,
Sit a foot the tree to eat,
Then go play and sing and swing.

March, April, May, 
Vernal Equinox,
These are the months of spring.

 
Harvests, holidays,
Festivals and carnivals.
Wicca, druids and pagan times,
God’s, Goddesses’,
Religions the world behold,
Ever remain the theories of truth,
The pragmatists. 

March, April, May, 
Vernal Equinox,
These are the months of spring.

New life it speaks,
Easter, the Resurrection is here,
The Bible it holds,
The lord our God,
In Jesus we are told.

March, April, May, 
Vernal Equinox,
These are the months of spring.

Cold not gone, 
Snow melts, streams swell,
Frost turns to dew and light mists dwell.
The jumper stays,
But legs a bare with skirts and shorts,
If you are to be so bold?
Warmer and moist the air,
Less dense than cold air dry.
Cool upper atmosphere,
Moisture squeezed into precipitation,
Those April showers be drowning,
Turning to waves of heat, 
The Summer Solstice warm comes,
A heatwave hopefully told.

March, April, May, 
Vernal Equinox,
These are the months of spring.

Copyright
Tony Matthews
  © 17/02/2019

 

Tags: Happy, Love, Rhyme, Inspirational, Imagery,

 

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