World Poetry Day

World Poetry Day 
It is, I can imagine, 
No coincidence, 
In fact, makes complete sense,
That World Poetry Day falls,
By the vernal equinox,
When the heart, the earth,
Talks of rebirth, 
When the joy and pain,
Of growth and loss,
Remain uppermost,
In our common consciousness
and purpose,
When through desire,
And need,
We analyze and plant the seed,
For new directions,
New directions 
informed by reflections,
Of seasons past,
Each in our own
separate way,
Here at the equinox,
World Poetry Day.