Equinox
When the world-dance
pauses,
we are stirred so deep, it turns
into a steadiness, a settling
that lets something in us
unfurl.
The world we live within
pulses
with a fresh season, a juicy reason
to be alive.
Maybe you think the gift
cannot be accepted since
suffering
near and far has not ceased.
When you notice budding flowers
in spite of anguish in their field,
your seeing
makes a balance.
To sadness you are adding
gratitude.
©Susa Silvermarie 2026
Lovely! Thank you 🙂