BLAYNE WATERLOO

Equinox

My spring has come.
Bright, colourful, and with something to prove.
My spring is cool with warm spots,
Even warmer throughout the day.
My spring looks similar to yours
In the way that humans do,
Without bias or even perception.
It’s naked and rude and new.
My spring is too quick to care

About your trivial egos and niceties.
How have you been?
Disgustingly alive, and you?
Lousy with new growth, blessed be.
I work up a sweat as I shed an old skin.
The days are longer, and I
Need less sleep, these muscles
Have strength again, refreshed and
Stretched and primed for more.
My spring has come.
An old wound now only sore.