Literature
Spring Equinox
[DEVIATION]
Spring Equinox
©️2026 K. Byers, All rights reserved.
On a single night at winter’s end,
the world holds itself in perfect balance.
Not tipped toward shadow,
not leaning toward light,
but poised, steady,
like a breath drawn slowly before speaking.
Day and night sit across from one another
at the same ancient table,
hands folded,
finally equal.
For one quiet moment
the scales of the sky are even.
Beneath our feet
the earth is waking.
Roots stir in their dark cathedrals,
stretching fingers through cool soil.
Seeds crack open with the soft courage
of things that have waited long enough.
Sap climbs patiently through the bodies of trees
like a promise remembered.
Somewhere a bud loosens its tight green fist.
Somewhere a bird practices the first brave note of spring
before the dawn audience arrives.
Winter is still here;
you can feel her
in the last cold breath of morning,
and in the frost
that lingers stubbornly on quiet fields,
but her voice is softer now,
her throne
