A few days ago I wrote a tiny poem about spring for the Idaho Writers League (IWL) newsletter:
Spring is sunshine,
warmer days and
flowers ready to bloom,
budding trees, blue sky
and birds crooning
their early morning
song, sweet song
But I must have been delusional, or perhaps just hopeful, because there is no spring here. Not in north Idaho. No warm, sunny days or tulips on the rise. Only
Grey clouds, a charcoal colored sky
rain and wind
slashing, bashing
through the trees,
crashing against the house
Muddy, ruddy earth
soggy ground -
too wet to be outside,
even the deer are hiding.
Where is Spring?
The sunshine and flowers
to lift ones spirit
from the drab freeze of winter
I don't know, but please
Spring, get here soon.
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