Spring Equinox Dawn

Wandering paths where nature’s carved her claim,
the rising sun ignites the day, dissolving shade to flame.

Mother Nature spreads her tender, verdant hand,
unfurling life across the waking, greening land.

The time has come to ready soil and soul,
for autumn’s distant harvest takes its toll;
Sacred rites and whispered prayers now proceed,
a blessing cast upon the humble seed.

The people move through cycles, firm and free,
their lives a dance with reason’s vast decree.
Each task they turn, each choice they softly weigh,
shifts with the wheel of seasons’ grand ballet.

The hours align, where light and dark embrace,
day matches night in perfect, fleeting grace.
All deeds are woven tight with careful sight,
ensuring every step falls pure and right.

The equinox unfurls a radiant gleam,
far brighter than Imbolc’s fragile, fleeting dream.
The sun, once weak, now swells with vibrant might,
a testament to spring’s ascending light.

To trace the stars, their patterns vast and old,
you seek a key to mysteries untold.
The heavens hum, their secrets softly call,
unlocking doors where time and tides enthrall.

And here I pause, the moment sharp and true,
the signs converge where spring begins anew.
For in this hour, the world’s own heart unlocks—
behold the dawn of Vernal Equinox.