Equinox
Where the equinox finds us
so do yellow jackets flying underground
quietly preparing for shorter days,
but we provoke them with our last
mowing. We admire their fierce defiance,
their epitome of nuisance,
and matching their sting
we throw words down in anger.
Bless the winter’s white anger,
the wind’s stoning sting,
drifts of regret, of nuisance.
Let us revel in our brave defiance,
making love until our very last,
music fading into shorter days.
We will chisel bright names underground
where the equinox will find us.
Links:
[1] https://www.ablemuse.com/digital-books-23/v23/digital edition/Complete Digital Version of -/Able Muse, Print Edition (Number 23), Summer 2017