The pull of the Equinox

It’s getting closer.

Our nights are drawing in.

I feel the equilibrium.

As does the nature in my garden.

The leaves have started turning,

as your leaves are just budding.

You’ve noticed the days beginning to linger on –

haven’t you?

Snowdrops in your garden, daffodils too?

My strawberries are still hanging on –

but the leaves are turning from green to red

We gather our harvest, you plant your crops.

We feel the chill of the south winds from Antarctica –

You feel the warm winds of spring.

Slowly turning. We both feel the pull.

Drawing closer.

Our days and nights of equal measure –

Until we swing the other way.