April isn’t cruel.
March is the bitch
dressed in ice and mud,
surrendering patches of green
the sun frees, not with heat
but insistent light.
Sap runs now, the tips of trees
greening despite the snap
still in the air, that slow hope
we call budding.
I love this. I truly wanted to call March a bitch just this morning – thanks for doing it for me!
Hahaha! Yes, it is! So glad you identify.
Definitely : ) It is such a tease.
Around here, March is schizophrenic as well….Yesterday: snow and bitter cold. Saturday: 63 Degrees F and Sunny. Our winter was the same. Our plant life doesn’t know what season it is anymore….
Johnny, I know! Poor confused plants. They will win in the end. It is a slow battle here, in Western New York.
I have a feeling you there is a deeper meaning in your poem..
Reminds me of a poem ot Swedish poet Karin Boye.
“Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking”
Here is an interpretation in English
http://www.a-w-i-p.com/index.php/poetry/2010/03/24/ja-visst-goer-det-ont-yes-of-course-it-h
Bjorn, that is a beautiful poem. “Rest in the trust that creates the world.” Her poem says it much more sweetly than mine does, but there is a similarity of meaning. Thanks for commenting!
Love it!
Thanks, Danny! Is she being any nicer to you guys on the coast?
March is a total bitch; a tempestuous, volatile bitch! A perfect summation of my feelings towards this wretch.
LOL, yes–reminds me a lot of myself, actually
Hahaha… Yes, I could say the same about myself too… lol.
This reminds me a bit of Sylvia Plath.
Oh, wow, thank you! I do assure you the only time I stick my head in an oven is to clean it. Such a shame she didn’t stay with us longer.
TS Eliot, here is another take on those months in-between!
Exactly. Never understood why he beat up April so, when March is so clearly the problem
LOVE IT!!!
Boomie, thanks. Doing the same tease to you in IL, isn’t it?
It sure is…yuck!
When do you want me to post that poem? Just remembered…so sorry…blame work and motherhood lol
Tonight, m’dear, definitely tonight! Work and motherhood leave you no time for sleep.
I like “the slow hope we call budding”. It brings up so much feeling for me about youth and growing up. Lovely.
Alice, thank you. What a lovely take.
As three quite famous guys once said in tandem, paraphrased… s-l-o-w-l-y we turn… inch by inch…step by step…
Yes….too damned slowly!
Perfectly done– LOVE
Audra, thanks so much! Similar to your mud poem
But so much better!
I’m so done with this weather
I loved yours, made me crack up all over the place. Yes, I am done with late winter too!