Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Equinox, Equator

Seasons are opposite on either side of the Equator, 
so the equinox in September is also known as the
Autumnal (fall) equinox in the northern hemisphere. 
In the Southern Hemisphere, it's known as the Spring (vernal) equinox. 
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September ~ New Year

by Susan Chast

Best cool of night and warmth of day
Be spring or fall your hemisphere
To sleep and wake to self in play
Best cool of night and warmth of day
To know the God to whom we pray
In Nature’s arms and atmosphere
Best cool of night and warmth of day
Be spring or fall your hemisphere.

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"With the possible exception of the equator, everything begins somewhere."

― C. S. Lewis

“The summer ended. Day by day, and taking its time, the summer ended. The noises in the street began to change, diminish, voices became fewer, the music sparse. Daily, blocks and blocks of children were spirited away. Grownups retreated from the streets, into the houses. Adolescents moved from the sidewalk to the stoop to the hallway to the stairs . . .” 
― James Baldwin

“She turned to the sunlight
    And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
    "Winter is dead.” 
― A.A. Milne

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Midweek Motif ~ Equinox, Equator

Here we are again when Fall and Spring begin on opposite sides of the Equator.  

These are my favorite seasons as North and South spin away from each other.  And for only a minute, Light and Dark stand evenly and gaze at each other with neither envy nor fear.  

Your challenge: In a new poem, show us the Equinox or the Equator as you experience it. 

There will be Stars by Sara Teasdale

There will be stars over the place forever; After the house and the street we loved are lost, Every time the earth circles her orbit On the night the autumn equinox is crossed Two stars we knew, poised on the peak of midnight Will reach their zenith; stillness will be deep -- There will be stars over the place forever, There will be stars forever, while we sleep.

Said a Blade of Grass

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BY KAHLIL GIBRAN

Said a blade of grass to an autumn leaf, “You make such a noise falling!  You scatter all my winter dreams.”

Said the leaf indignant, “Low-born and low-dwelling!  Songless, peevish thing!  You live not in the upper air and you cannot tell the sound of singing.”

Then the autumn leaf lay down upon the earth and slept.  And when spring came she waked again—and she was a blade of grass.
 
And when it was autumn and her winter sleep was upon her, and above her through all the air the leaves were falling, she muttered to herself, “O these autumn leaves!  They make such noise!  They scatter all my winter dreams.”

The Gardener 85

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BY RABINDRANATH TAGORE

Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? 

I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. 

Open your doors and look abroad. 

From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before. 

In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across an hundred years.

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 Next week Sumana's Midweek Motif will be ~ 

Two Souls: Caged and Free