AI Astrology Poem

February 17, 2026

A doorway opens, half shadow, half light,
One hand on yesterday, one on new sight.
February 17 hums low and clear,
An ending dissolves, a beginning draws near.

Aquarius Moon in Balsamic grace,
Clears old stories from heart and space.
Mental noise fades, the scripts grow thin,
Done with that weight I’ve been carrying in.

Then Pisces waters receive the seed,
A New Moon breath, a softer creed.
What you feel now, what you choose to start,
Writes the next tide across your heart.

The Sun at Aquarius’ final degree
Demands a freer identity.
”Belong,” it asks, “but belong as true —
Not to the mask, but the real you.”

Mercury swims where logic bends,
In symbols, dreams, and hidden amends.
Truth comes sideways, gentle and deep,
Through tears you didn’t know you’d keep.

Venus in Pisces blesses the air,
Love as devotion, honest and fair.
Not fantasy’s fog, nor martyr’s art —
But mercy with boundaries, heart to heart.

Mars in Aquarius sparks the flame,
Courage to differ, to rename the game.
Detach from what drains, align with the cause,
Act from vision, not from applause.

Jupiter turns in Cancer’s sea,
Growth through safety and memory.
Home as medicine, roots as guide,
Healing the child still living inside.

Saturn and Neptune at Aries’ gate
Whisper, “Make your vision concrete.”
Dream — but build. Believe — but act.
Let soul and structure form a pact.

Uranus in Taurus shakes the ground,
Security shifts without a sound.
Breakthrough first feels sharp and wild —
Freedom arrives disguised and styled.

Pluto in Aquarius, steady and stark,
Rewrites the code of the collective arc.
Power exposed, illusions undone,
Evolve, or repeat what’s already been done.

The North Node pauses in Pisces’ stream,
Pointing toward compassion’s dream:
Trust over control, unity over divide,
Let spirit, not fear, be your guide.

The South Node in Virgo releases the strain,
Perfection, worry, self-earned pain.
You are not required to fix the whole,
Sometimes surrender repairs the soul.

Lilith in Sagittarius speaks it plain,
No borrowed truths, no gilded chain.
Say what is real, cut through disguise,
Let lived wisdom, not dogma, rise.

Chiron in Aries, tender and strong,
Heals the wound of “Do I belong?”
Begin again, imperfect and bright,
Your right to exist is your birthright.

So morning releases, midday begins,
Evening reveals where destiny spins.
By night the New Moon deepens its art,
Meaning and feeling fuse in the heart.

Softness with spine is the posture today,
Let what is finished gently fall away.
Plant one intention, quiet and true —
A kinder world begins in you.