Equinox And Springtime Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The calendar whispers, March the date,
Twenty twenty-six, no longer wait.
Friday it dawns, a brand new start,
Spring's gentle fingers touch the heart.

Ten forty-six, the clock will chime,
Eastern time, in perfect rhyme.
Northward we turn, to skies so bright,
Equinox arrives, banishing night.

Aries appears, a starry sign,
Spring's first breath, truly divine.
Winter's grip begins to cease,
Welcome, welcome, to warmth and peace.

T.M.Solvang