that day. balance. jour et nuit.
an equal distance of seasons.
an equinox of vernal inclinations.
I don't need a calendar.
I open my ears to the early birdsong.
I open my eyes to-
the peach pink and plum white orchards,
chrome yellow forsythia and chinese roses,
the fat cocoon buds of wysteria ready to spill out lilac drops of scent.
I walk past the flowering cherry tree I planted-- how many years ago? and wonder why I didn't plant another- closer to the boat. This is my Japanese print view every time I return from the laundry room, the mailbox, the washing line.
Go plant another tree now; next vernal equinox you'll thank me.