All things being Equinox

Magical balance in equinox lives,

in spring or the ending of summer.

Autumnal or vernal the feeling it gives is...
 like beating a different drummer.

I’m hating the solstices, bulging at ends,

unequal in daylight and lack of.

I’m loving the spring and the cool autumn winds

that summer just hasn’t the knack of.

Rhythm, circadian, charges in pools

of equally lengthy partitions.

The solsticey seasons appeal to those fools

encumbered by blind inhibitions.

But, all of these act as our seasonal props...

dependent on solar position.

They let us know when to be plantin our crops

and tell us when we should go fishin.