equinox

This winter's melting snows will drain away more than water. I have been drawn to the brook in the Arboretum over and over again this winter to see if it is flowing. The brook will wash away everything. I've written down on leaves the things I want to be rid of and I intend to drop them into the water. Because I don't want it to seem that I only give the world my refuse, I've also written down some things that I hope to see. One-word prayers, written on leaves, put in a brook to flow away on equinox. Seems like a good way to welcome spring.