Aries Is A Sign That Reminds Us Of Daffodils Poem by Mark Heathcote

young men showing off their biceps arrogantly
In beige-tweed, sleeveless sweaters, worn
mid-March near the end of the lambing season.
Aries is a sign that reminds us of native primroses
of blue lungwort's flowering; it's the time-

of the Vernal Equinox when day and night are equal.
It's the time of my birth; it's the month God sits
conceitedly at His easel and paints garish colours
the tips of dewy Rhododendron bubs that is pink
and red, azaleas that are orange and yellow,

it's the time of blackbirds singing songs in chorus
it's the time of year symbolized by a Ram,
that'll jump into any dangerous situation,
courageous and fearless, the sign Aries
reminds us challenges and battles lay ahead.

Aries women often move from dragon-to-doll
or doll-to-dragon, their motto is me first.
She is like the beginnings of spring
that won't-be-oppressed, her-stubbornness
a determination need-not ever be readdressed?