Spring Equinox in New York

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49 thoughts on “Spring Equinox in New York”

  1. The Soul knows, as does the body. When the weather is not following what we think of as normal, we still feel that quickening in our bodies. That tingle in certain regions *cough*, the spring in our step, the deeper breaths all betray that we know what is coming. As ever, beautifully written!

  2. walking in the woods as the sun rises,
    searching for spring sprouting through
    dead leaves, listening to birds sing of mating

    There’s a lot to miss out at the tail-end of Winter for you, Magaly! One of those things, I reckon!

    Hank

  3. This morning I was picking the last pomegranates of Autumn from the two trees in my garden. I split two to feed to the birds and ate one… So strange to think of you with a pocketful of the seeds in the cold of northern climes.

  4. Beautiful!! Simply beautiful!! I was out today doing some Spring clean up! Tonight, we are under a deep freeze! Crazy weather! LOL! Happy Spring 🙂 Big Hugs and Much Love 🙂

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