Balance of light; spring equinox.
From winters dark, welcome respite.
Shining equally on the earth:
the sun by day, the moon by night.
Balance of light.
Colours so clean; crocuses white
and purple burst through grasses green.
Primroses, pale and shy, daffodils,
yellow, bright and bold are seen.
Colours so clean.
Music we hear; the buzzing bees,
the humming insects now appear.
In fields the calling of the lambs,
in woods the bird song loud and clear.
Music we hear.
New lives abound; ducklings and chicks
break free of shells in which they’re bound,
squirming tadpoles leave their spawn,
early butterflies are found.
New lives abound.
Time of rebirth; birds seek their mates
and build their nests. To prove their worth
hares box in fields. Badger and fox
have born their cubs beneath the earth.
Time of rebirth.
Everything new; the plumage of
the birds, yellow, black, pink and blue
we imitate with bonnets decked
with flowers of every shade and hue.
Old fires are cold; new flames we need.
Outdated thoughts we must not hold.
Outworn ideas must not impede
the growth of plans both new and bold.
Old fires are cold.
First day of spring; new growth, new life
in every place. And everything
we see reminds us; hatching chicks,
unfurling leaves, birds on the wing.
First day of spring.