Here is a brief, bright poem for the spring equinox. Nature reminds me daily that it moves through its own rhythms regardless of human beings, and though that makes me feel very small sometimes, it also gives me hope.

"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most dazzling view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds." – Edward Abbey
Here is a brief, bright poem for the spring equinox. Nature reminds me daily that it moves through its own rhythms regardless of human beings, and though that makes me feel very small sometimes, it also gives me hope.