Author: Mark Smith-Soto

Spring Equinox  Far off, a kid’s high voice seesaws the wind,then stops. Snowfall of bloom on the azaleas,two small cardinals angled at the feeder— the earth has tilted toward the sun and strikes  a perfect equilibrium for a day. And I’m there myself, in my backyard, on the sheer seam where soul and body breathe in unison, sweetness sifting…