Equinox

Summer lingers in some happy lands
Where even winter cannot threaten harm;
Where breezes warm the heat-retaining sands
And mountains never gain the winter charm
Of snowy tops to melt in coming spring;
The people living there won't see the days
That shrink into themselves as threatening
Or fear the falling of a misty haze
Across what used to be a warmer sky;
They will not huddle closer in the night
For warmth instead of love, or wonder why
The sun has hidden so far out of sight.
But they will never know the other half:
When sudden bouts of spring will make me laugh.