A poem for the Equinox

 

 

It would help if we remembered

Spring Forward, Fall...

Back but that's not what we need to recall.

Will this biennial shift

make us grumpy and miffed

when we're ripped from our sleep far too soon?

Or will happiness be engendered

and our hearts rendered tender

by later rising of stars and the Moon?

 



 

 

It seems to me
that the Equinox splits
those with young children
and those who are free...
 

  

To brave tired parents, whose survival
is cruelly threatened by sleep deprival
coping with loud and early risers,
Spring joy will come as no surprise, as
half past four becomes half past five.
A more reasonable time to come alive.
 

 

 

It's the evening, at least in the Southern parts,

that the Equinox causes a lifting of hearts.

 For those who are free of family chores

this means an extra hour outdoors,

 where they may take drinks and even dine,

welcoming lengthening Spring sunshine.

 

 

( At least in this age of mobile phones and computers,
none of us need be equinoxially unaware, running late, commuters!)

 

I have written this very silly poem because of a conversation I had with my son Sam last night, as to which equinox did what and how it will affect us. Writing it reminded me of those early risings on Spring mornings when I was up and feeding my daughter Emily as the first birds started to sing.

(Apologies to all for dreadful doggerel and silly rhymes)