Equinox of Spring
Snuck out to the garden last night. To the yard, really, and how unimaginative a term for such wonder.
It’s another world — no, it is the world, living things twining and spinning life out of what we cannot see (oh but we feel!).
The ground holds all, bears all.
She gave me the gift of rosemary, of memory, a bit of healing under Orion and a very quiet Moon.
Equinox of Spring. Balance of night and day. Be in me.
May the Love you know so easily ring raucous to us now.