Wednesday, March 21, 2018

When Seasons Collide

Winter, this is Spring.
Spring? Meet Winter.
Winter, these are flowers.
Spring? This is snow!
Winter-- listen to all those birds!
Spring-- that perfume in the air is wood smoke.
I think you both know puddles and mud, don't you?
Winter, I know you were on your way out,
so don't let us keep you.
See you next year?
Spring, come on in,
we've been waiting for you!

6 comments:

  1. This perfectly captures how we all have been feeling! Delightful.

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  2. I love this. What a poignant poem. I am definitely feeling this way. Can I link to your poem on Facebook?

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  3. I like, "Spring--that perfume in the air is woodsmoke.

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  4. I love the idea that you are talking back and forth between seasons. I wonder if you live in the same place as the last blog I commented on. She had a snow day!

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  5. Seriously guys, how nice that you get along, but it's time to part ways. Enough with the long good-bye.

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