The Vernal Equinox came in,
Like a slow waking from an overslept night,
Yawning and wiping dew from tired eyes,
Then with a silent reminder,
A sudden surprise,
Remembering the bloom that is beginning,
The time for her to start,
Slowly she tends to the matters at hand,
Heists the sun up,
Making light brighter,
Making warmth,
Making days longer,
Sends forth for the birds,
the slumbering bear,
Whispers to buds hiding just below,
Wake my dear children,
And come out of the snow
Vernal Equinox
She of Letters 