Tipping Point

 

Time for Haibun in the dVerse Poets Pub ~ Frank is host and asks us to write about the Solar Equinox! On the day of an equinox, daytime and nighttime are of approximately equal duration all over the planet.

Ah, the equinox ~ celestial tipping point where day and night stand, for just a moment, perfectly balanced like two old friends straddling a see-saw. Lean a little too far, and oops! There you go ~ slipping toward that inevitable tumble into winter. Frankly, I don’t want to tip. No, I want to hang right here, in the golden twilight of summer, feet firmly planted in warm grass ~ not skating on thin ice!

People say there’s beauty in winter’s starkness. I’m squinting and I still can’t see it. I'd trade all the one-of-a-kind snowflakes for just one more day of summer sun.

So here I am, teetering at the edge of the equinox, trying not to fall over. If anyone sees me slipping, a hand would be appreciated ~ but only if it comes with sunscreen.

too old to follow

geese as they happily fly

south to where it's warm