minute hand moves
forward, but escape wheel
is stuck
-tiny buds wilt in tail of winter's breath-
-leaves shiver-shrink from false
spring's embrace-
grip this season
of becoming
as the blossoming earth
peels back
-dead skin-
-mourning dress coats-
we thirst for life
(deeply)
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by Lisa. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, SEASON. Thanks for the your visit and comments.
This is wonderful. I especially love the image I draw in my mind from these words: "-tiny buds wilt in tail of winter's breath-"
ReplyDeleteThe idea of winter's tail of breath....I think my brother-in-law in Chicago would agree with that since they had snow yesterday! Winter has a looooooooooooong tail sometimes!
I love this way of describing the season when spring is finally coming while winter still resists..
ReplyDeleteyou have caught the tension and tempo of this seasonal cusp time so tenderly - that last stanza is suitably enigmatic
ReplyDeleteOh, Grace, you have captured the disappointment of winter dragging its feet. The last 2 lines say it all. C'mon, Spring!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Grace. I especially love "shiver-shrink" and the image it evokes.
ReplyDelete"the blossoming earth"
ReplyDeleteGrace, I feel the weight of winter's stubbornness. Thirsty for spring and life.
ReplyDeletetiny buds wilt in tail of winter's breath-
Gorgeous line...
Deeply indeed...the overlap has become a boomerang.
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ReplyDelete-dead skin-
-mourning dress coats-
we thirst for life
(deeply)
Yes, winter begone! 🥶
"grip this season
ReplyDeleteof becoming"
Oh! That speaks to me.
Spring does come, eventually — but winter is stubborn. Even provides a few false starts. Excellent Grace… 🙂
ReplyDeleteit is amazing how those buds can survive the tail end of winter.
ReplyDeleteI liked this line...
as the blossoming earth
peels back
-dead skin-
I love the whole poem. The new beginnings offered by Spring.
ReplyDeleteThese words especially,
grip this season
of becoming
as the blossoming earth
peels back
Beautiful poem,what vivid imagery you've conjured! :)
ReplyDeleteThe winter, it seems, is always reluctant to leave. Love the images of persistent spring you have created.
ReplyDeleteThe wintry dtubborness is exceptionally well recorded.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my blog Grace
Much💜love
Spring has a tough job sometimes persuading winter to depart. My poem took me on a similar path. Love your images Grace.
ReplyDeleteGrace- this is truly lovely.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteYou set the tone with that first stanza--rueful, vivid and immediate, and follow it with a host of perfect descriptions til the reader feels like they are standing in that too-cool wind, looking at the earth trying to make up its mind. Loved this.
ReplyDelete'This season of becoming' is such a lovely phrase in your beautiful poem.
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