All things being equinox

Magical balance in equinox lives,
if spring or the ending of summer.
Autumnal or vernal, the feeling it gives
is antipathetic of bummer.


I’m hating the solstices, bulging at ends,
unequal in daylight and lack of.
I’m loving the spring and the cool autumn winds
that summer just hasn’t the knack of.

Rhythm, circadian, charges in pools
of equally lengthy partitions.
The solsticey seasons appeal to those fools
encumbered by blind inhibitions.

Autmnal and vernal and solstices, props
and sets of the solar position...
to let us know when to be plantin' our crops
and tell us when we should go fishin'.