Equinox

As Mother Earth performs her run
around the sun,
the seasons change
and rearrange.

When day and night have equal shares,
autumnal flares
of vibrant hues
inspire the Muse.

Like stained glass windows in a church
make senses lurch,
they capture Grace
in forest space.

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A description and example of the Minute Poem can be found at this link:
http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/minute.html


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