The Vernal Equinox

Our old brown earth has, once again, wobbled through winter and brought spring to the northern hemisphere. As goes the old saying “the first day of spring and the first spring day may be far apart”. Take a few moments to welcome spring.

Emily Dickinson captured the sharp paradoxical heart of early spring in all it’s sweet sadness: The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, The maddest noise that grows, – The birds, they make it in the spring, At night’s delicious close.

Between the March and April line – That magical frontier Beyond which summer hesitates, Almost too heavenly near. It makes us think of all the dead That sauntered with us here, By separation’s sorcery Made cruelly more dear. It makes us think of what we had, And what we now deplore. We almost wish those siren throats Would go and sing no more. An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.