Light and dark
Are equal,
Nothing else.
The garden
Is in flux,
Reaching for T shirts
Whilst pulling off
Its winter coat,
Snowdrops fading
Spring brightness,
Crab apples clothed
In green,
Birch and beech
And bare.

The corner
Will be fully turned,
And tulips
Will mark the point
Of no return,
That certain march
The glories of summer.
The continuity of the seasons
Is a constant,
A momentum
Over which
We have no control
And within which
The garden
Ebbs and flows.

In our gardens,
We are aware
Of this continuity,
This momentum.
We know
Spring follows
Then summer and autumn,
That winter
And spring
Will come again,
That all will
Be well,
That even in the bleakest months
There will be
A bloom.

This continuity
Is fractured,
Connections lost.
A cloud
Like the toxic mushroom
Of Hiroshima,
In these bleakest of times
In unexpected places
There will still be
A bloom.

To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow: Audrey Hepburn (early 1990s)


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19 Responses to Equinox

  1. Cathy says:

    Thanks for that reminder Cathy, that there is always light at the end of the tunnel and our gardens and nature will go on as always.

  2. Kris Peterson says:

    A lovely poem, Cathy, and perfect for this moment in time.

  3. Lisa at Greenbow says:

    Frightening tempest
    Obscured by a lovely bloom
    Offering solace

  4. cathytea says:

    This is beautiful and hopeful. Thank you for sharing it.

  5. Cathy a wonderful poem and suitable for the time we have to live. On the one hand the stations will pass one after another no matter what happens. But there is hope in it because we will also go through them even if some are on the way. Most of us will pass if we take the necessary precautionary measures so as not to catch the Black Beast. Take care of yourself please and do not go out on the street with anything other than what is essential and with latex or kitchen gloves and a mask that if you do not have on YouTube there are plenty of videos on how to make one super easy with fabric. Best wishes to his family, the golfer and to you Cathy. Very affectionate greetings from Margarita x

  6. Anna says:

    A most fitting and uplifting poem Cathy. Thanks for sharing it with us. I noticed some blossom on my pear tree this week, always such a cheering sight but even more so this year. Yesterday’s cold wind has disappeared so when I’ve finished my chores I will be out on the garden. Just stopping for coffee now 😄

    • Cathy says:

      Thanks Anna – there has been some good gardening weather in recent days although I have been trying to do some other practical and useful tasks inside first before I allow myself to get distracted in the garden! I am watching for signs of apple blossom so I can put our mason bee cocoons outside as this seems to be a good indicator

  7. Thanks for this hopeful view, even in the midst of difficult times. True–there will always be a bloom, somewhere. Life continues.

  8. tonytomeo says:

    When I try to explain that white my favorite color, some insist that it is not a color. I don’t care. It is my favorite. Anyway, white and black are supposed to be opposite, like light and dark. One reflects all colors, while the other absorbs all colors. One is an absence of color and the other is a saturation of color. Isn’t it odd how difficult it is to identify each from their opposite definitions? The one that reflects all color is also a saturation of all color. (It is no color and all color.) The one that absorbs all color is the absence of all color. It is as if their own definitions are opposites. (It is all color and no color.)
    By the way, pink is not a color, but is a tint of red; and brown is not a color, but is a shade of orange.

    • Cathy says:

      And some people accept all these shades for what they are, or how they see them at least – it’s all subjective, I suppose

      • tonytomeo says:

        Ooops. I just realized I misprinted that in a few ways. The last two sentences of the first paragraph somehow got switched. Anyway, appreciation of color, and light and dark, really are subjective. Too much analysis takes the fun out of it.

  9. Noelle says:

    In tune with my emotions…a lovely poem.

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