Pandemic Equinox

In spite of chaos in the world of humans, the year's cycle rolls on. The morning of March 20, 2020 in my neighborhood inspired this:

STILL

As people's lives teeter crazily
All around the earth
On this first morning after equinox
This place, for this moment, is still.

The clear dawn sky is still shades of apricot
Crystal frost still coats the grass
Veils of mist still float above the creek

Small birds still sing spring songs from the trees
Wild turkeys still gobble in the distance
Vees of geese still fly northward, honking

The air is crisp and clean and chill.
Stand and draw a breath.
On this first morning after equinox.
This place, for this moment, is still.