This winter refuses hard freezes,
but with an easy median teases
the bulbs into early unsheathings.
The poking quills, soon to be shears,
seem to come earlier every year:
to make spring less powerfully appear
than if winter gave some cold-kill, more sustained.
For cold-kill's killed: the blossom suns her mane.
But the wintering rite that lingers lame,
is one that waits to tear down the blossom's claim.
2 comments:
+JMJ+
I like this one. =)
It's certainly a different view of winter from what I've been getting from other snowed up bloggers--and you're the one who lives farthest north!
Winter, 1; Spring, 0.
I was thinking just that when I posted this, how strange it is that south they're experiencing the blizzard and here it's mild!
Though the rest of Canada may have a different tale to tell.
I like it warm.
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