We know of its coming
Each year a great clock
Twirls hands across the sky,
Mimicking the nature of surprise;
One moment of dark and cold
Replaced by promise and beginnings.
Spring calls the Vernal Equinox
To bring an end to Winter’s grip;
The mathematics incomplete
Tempting uncertain moments,
Gregorian markings turn the page
Making sense of the mystery
For all trapped in Time’s embrace.
The days grow longer
Stealing spots of light
Embolden in their circadian truth
The shadows retreat and Earth renews
Balance restored,
Ever and anon.
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