Equinox

This poem is entered in "The Writer's Cramp" . The prompt is to write a poem or story with the title, "Equinox" and have the text relate to the title.

Equinox

Mood is not for sure to season tied,
still it's better to walk with daylight
husband and basset hound at my side
the days are shorter, harder to take in stride

Life is not for sure guaranteed in fall
still it's better to walk with faith
children playing, hear my mothers distant call
the years go by, memory permeates mind's wall

Death is not for sure to winter tied
still it's better to walk with darkness
street lights echoing music far and wide
the hours linger no more fear to hide

Days are shorter, longer, present is past
still it's better to walk with comfort
far off dime stores, smells that last
the minutes mean that life has turned too fast

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