I Send You This Spring Equinox
The scent of hyacinths, like a pale mist, lies
between me and my book;
And the South Wind, washing through the room,
Makes the candles quiver.
My nerves sting at a spatter of rain on the shutter,
And I am uneasy with the thrusting of green shoots
Outside, in the night.Why are you not here to overpower me with your
tense and urgent love?
— Amy Lowell, Vernal Equinox
Photos by: David Wilson Clarke, Mamooli, NASA Goddard Photo and Video, Joana Roja
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