VERNAL EQUINOX

by Michael Sheffield

My Dear friends do you recall

How spring arrives so unconcerned

With human circumstance.

Snow still falls on mountain tops,

While in the valleys brooks join streams

Join rivers running to the sea

As if for an eternity.

Soft breezes blow

Storms drench the land,

Warming sun wakes the seed.

The grass, the flowers spring to life.

The trees renew their leafy canopy.

The bear groans in her den,

Rolls over, peering out again

With two new little faces by her heavy head.

The seasons come, the season go.

But at the center

All beings stand together saying Yes!

We are all here.

We come. We go.

We will return

(Reprinted with permission of the author)

“Much of my poetry reflects nature and my relationship with natural world,” says poet Michael Sheffield, “The deep connection with nature influences both my free verse and haiku. Buddhism, Taoism and Animism practices offers me guidance, as well.”

As a docent naturalist for Jack London and Sugarloaf state parks, Sheffield enjoys interacting with his community, and also gives seminars in writing and contemplative nature walks. He has been the guest poet and poetry editor for “Revision: A Journal of Consciousness and Transformation.” His work has appeared in various journals and anthologies.

At 4 p.m. on Friday, March 17, the Sonoma Valley Library hosts Sheffield for a free poetry reading of original work exploring the relationship between poetry and nature.

His poems have been commissioned by the California State Parks, have been read at the Sonoma Arbor Day Ceremony and at haiku readings.

VERNAL EQUINOX

by Michael Sheffield

My Dear friends do you recall

How spring arrives so unconcerned

With human circumstance.

Snow still falls on mountain tops,

While in the valleys brooks join streams

Join rivers running to the sea

As if for an eternity.

Soft breezes blow

Storms drench the land,

Warming sun wakes the seed.

The grass, the flowers spring to life.

The trees renew their leafy canopy.

The bear groans in her den,

Rolls over, peering out again

With two new little faces by her heavy head.

The seasons come, the season go.

But at the center

All beings stand together saying Yes!

We are all here.

We come. We go.

We will return

(Reprinted with permission of the author)