equinox went walking
on the night of winter-spring
stepping to the rhythm
of a song she loved to sing
she sang of bronzed and sodden leaves
peaking up from under snow
she warbled of the shifting winds
from north then south that blow
she tipped her head to the waking moon
and then to great delight
the scent of fresh-baked cookies
warmed her journey through this night
she turned her head and spoke to one
who’d come to hear her song
good eve, my friend, oh star-antlered moose
would you like to come along?
they danced to a wee log-cabin house
whose windows invited their gaze
to a kitchen, a counter, a cooling rack
and cookies being lifted from trays
come in, please come in, the family said
we always have room for more
welcomed with cookies and humour and love
moose and equinox waltzed through the door
© 2011 Danielle Gugler
© 2011 Danielle Gugler
