That is the way spring has come
She is like a transgender child
Not sure which dance step
To put forth on the soft wet earth
The step of energetic athlete
The step of floating ballerina
The step of the timid morning Fox
Looking to steal a furred babe
Spring is more muddled this year
She swirls in cold weather
Followed by angelic afternoon sunshine
Followed by stinging, sleety rain
The yellow trumpets in the corner
Have lowered their heads in submission
Buried in icy pellets on a few afternoons
Then lift up in reverent joy
To announce spring's arrival
While the warm sun scratches their backs
Are we to be hedonistic
Or are we to be stalwart
Even the Osprey has been both warrior
And distracted traveler
Both the Goose and the Mallard
Have attempted to usurp the platform
Today the Osprey seems to sit in ownership
This morning the river is glassine
The naked trees are neither alive nor dead
Standing like brown replicates
The birds sing
Then freeze in place
As if surprised at their own pure voice
Today all is still
Still waiting for spring
even us down here where spring is well established got a reminder of how mean this winter has been.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words and pictures describing this spring
ReplyDeleteSnow dusting last night, sky barely able to show Moon's 3rd quarter, and cold again today despite being sunny.
Love your expression of the want of spring.
ReplyDeleteIt almost looks like we could miss spring and just bump into summer. Like your poem.
ReplyDeleteWe are still pulling on sweaters in the swamps. Spring is just very cool this year is how i am seeing it.
ReplyDeleteWonderful writing! Are we all being teased by spring?
ReplyDeleteI can hear your wish for Spring to really arrive.
ReplyDeleteNice...I like it.
ReplyDeleteHere we sort of have spring. There's a row of dead trees in front of our condo, and I am hoping they are only sleeping.
Love the poem and the pictures! You are brilliant.
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