Close to equinox

In blackbird mornings, with a sweetness
greets us in the slant of rays; in licks of sun.
When spun at dawn, the bike-path seems
as streamed on gold, a necklace lighter
than the bite of frost warmed by our muscles
tussling, wheeled away on the way to work.
When irk of dark is gone a mile seems shorter,
when sport is sung from wheels on gravel roads.
when loads on shoulders leaves for days of spring.
We drink the smells of soil, anticipate the flowers
growing underneath, as soon the crocus sends
its scent in days this close to equinox.

Close to equinox

Close to equinox

Today Grace hosts dVerse Open Link, as we are having our first day of something that really feels like spring. The bike-ride to work today was pure joy. I played a little with internal rhymes, but it’s still pretty much work in progress… I might work a little bit more on the poem before the pub opens at 3PM EST.

March 17, 2016

36 responses to “Close to equinox

  1. What a lovely tribute to the coming of the spring season Bjorn ~

    This part really sings for me:

    when loads on shoulders leaves for days of spring.
    We drink the smells of soil, anticipate the flowers

  2. Is spring coming even in your northern climes? We still have snows on the mountains and frost in the morning, but it gets warm in the afternoon and very sunny.
    As for these three lines, they really express the joy of leaving darkness behind (for someone suffering from SAD, very poignantly so):
    When irk of dark is gone a mile seems shorter,
    when sport is sung from wheels on gravel roads.
    when loads on shoulders leaves for days of spring.

  3. I envy you your health & lovely bike ride mornings; this one really put us there beside you; you had me at /blackbird morning/. I like the line
    /when sport is sung from wheels on gravel roads/.

  4. After a very brutal February, in southern Ontario, this poem brings the promise of warmer weather and the sweet songs of birds, calling out, for their mates. As southern Ontario is being drenched, by late winter rain shower, chasing away the white blanket of winter.

  5. Yes! on the bike path… drinking the smells… in licks of sun… A musically lyrical hymn of praise to the spring, Bjorn

  6. The weather his is so wishy-washy this close to spring. But the first bloom of crocus certainly become a harbinger of good things to come, Bjorn! Thanks for bringing us along on your trek!

  7. “When spun at dawn, the bike-path seems
    as streamed on gold, a necklace lighter
    than the bite of frost warmed by our muscles
    tussling, wheeled away on the way to work.”

    Great lines! I love how you capture the relief of spring and relinquishing the burden of winter.

  8. Love this line: “When irk of dark is gone.” Unfortunately, it’s been back each morning for me this week with our time change and having to get up in the dark again. But even so there are crocuses. Peace, Linda

  9. ug….internet problems so will reply again.
    I do love this. Have a friend who enjoys bike riding and I always picture him just flying with the wind behind his back. You’ve slowed the riding down here with the coming of spring, its sights and scents. I love the imagery here. Feel like I’ve been on the ride with you!
    By the way, I think it was you that mentioned quite some time ago in a reply, something about another site where many of the dVerse folks also hang out….but for the life of me, can’t find that reply or recall the site. There are so many out there. And your invitation to this one has been a delight! So, if my memory is correct, can you let me know that site again? We’ll return to Boston end of March and I’ll be back in my “routine” of early morning reads and writes……Bermuda has proven a wonderful muse and at the same time a wonderful distraction! 🙂

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