Fickle Spring

Fickle Spring

A Poem by Ani Ashford
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Spring is sprung..... well, I HOPE so.... it is SOooooo cold here!

"

Another spring has come.
Long awaited through the bitter, freezing wind.
My toes seem always to be cold
from October to May. I must remember
to wear socks, but I long to be barefoot.


March....  Dark, swiftly moving clouds
have often blotted warming light
whilst playing peek-a-boo with the sun.
This fickle spring brought hail pellets
and an Arctic wind, with bits of warmth,
as the Ice Queen struggled to remain in control.


My garden has seemed to be as chilled
as I have been, and slow to trust this new year.

 

Green haze of the coming bluebells
has slowly spread across the edge
of the tilting cinderblock fence.


As I wash the dishes,
white, green and pale blue vegetation
are my Monet, framed by the kitchen window.
The grapevines, seeming to be dead,
bud tiny groups of fuzzy leaves,
pale pink and celadon green
against the browned vine. There is hope.


Yesterday, I plunged my fingers into the earth.
The seeds are sown.
Can summer come soon enough
?

 

 

 

 

 

 

April 6, 2004

© 2009 Ani Ashford


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I know what you mean! Old man winter has had a death grip on the northlands this year. and it seem he won't leave with out a fight. Spring has begun in the deep south, but it's armies are being bogged down, in the water logged fields of the midwest. The Northern Ice and snow still clings hard. Old man winter still is being fueled by the moisture that is pushing up and over!
I pray that the warmth comes soon to! :)
Wonderful expressions!
Great Write!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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How lovely !! Your words painted the picture of the view out of your kitchen window. We have had the longest Winter this year. Spring can't come soon enough !!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh how I long for the warmth once again, Reading this only tortures my soul to smell the green arrival.
Simply Beautiful.


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Well Spring isn't here yet...but it will be soon, hopefully. Thank you for the lovely first breath of it here though. I will have to come back and savor this again this sometime. :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I know what you mean! Old man winter has had a death grip on the northlands this year. and it seem he won't leave with out a fight. Spring has begun in the deep south, but it's armies are being bogged down, in the water logged fields of the midwest. The Northern Ice and snow still clings hard. Old man winter still is being fueled by the moisture that is pushing up and over!
I pray that the warmth comes soon to! :)
Wonderful expressions!
Great Write!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Oh, I know exactly where you are coming from, my dear! I soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long for the spring AND for the summer. Let�s hope both will come soon and be glorious. xxx

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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Ani Ashford
Ani Ashford

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