Returning

sweetened seeds in sheaths,

spring’s tunic dressed in

last sun’s poppies,

twelve moon pirouettes since

we consumed these;

 

behold the equinox

now we drum for feasts

after the defeat of piercing ice –

we know the lottery life is,

 

dark and light enfolded in each granted quarter,

I will eat past bitterness with honey

like water, mirth quenches our thirst,

little joys like March hares on wakened earth.

 

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

 

close up of rabbit on field
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

 

 

4 Comments

  1. willowdot21 says:

    Spring beautiful spring πŸ’œπŸ’œ

    1. antoniazen says:

      πŸ’šπŸ’š

  2. So beautiful and love the photo of the adorable bunny! ❀

    1. antoniazen says:

      Thank you! πŸ™‚

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