Yesterday’s robin
is nowhere cheering Spring,
so it must be a fool’s day, not dingus,
and all of it downside up
because pussy willows
are nowhere near furring
and there is no man
I want to chase
but a few that need switches,
it’s a breakfast for dinner day
if snow blooms
where I should see daffodils
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Susan, Yes. Not spring yet. “and there is no man I want to chase but a few that need switching” April is the cruelest month. Alice
LOL, it is. I just looked out the window and saw HUGE, Christmas card-size flakes and said, what the feck?!? Call it an instant poem.
I must confess, I derive so much pleasure from the vocabulary you choose, Susan, although I wonder sometimes if these words have in fact chosen you.
Oh, George, thank you! I think these chose me, as I looked out the window, saw the snow flying/falling, swore up a blue streak, and them this poem popped into my head 😉
I never quite understood why cursing should be imagined as blue. Seems a bit more … red to me. Perhaps magenta. “I swore a magenta streak!” Yes, I think I will go with that from now on.
oh, I like magenta so much more!
Love the playful, laid back vibe. Very cool.
Adriene, thank you.
the snow is not blue, it’s bluish
True–the snow is mostly white,a hint of bluish, but my language–that was nearly purple.
purpling or purbled, it’s all good
Sorry, that was purpled
got it–and I happen to love purbled.
My goodness! Gosh, this is beautiful that I am not sure I understand a word of it!
Esseldee,
you paint an alien geography
in a land two oceans swims away
where time still rolls forward
but season now skips
reason and rhyme
chime discordant,
bucketing white flakes
from now unfriendly unreliable skies,
out of sync with the rhythms
of our spring longing minds,
Out of phase
with Esseldee’s gardening twitch
blossoming lush within
even when weather and without
connive to deny and delay!
by the way, what is a pussy willow? Freud, rejoice, cos thou hast ruined this innocent mind of mine 😉
Men, please take cover, lest SLD switches you :-)!
Lovely poem as always, Susan.
And happy Easter in arrears. Worry not, the summer will soon be here and it will be long and warm!
Happy Easter to you too (belated), Noel! Yes, it is all ass-backwards and downside up here. Sigh. Sent you a tweet with a picture of pussy willows…it is not pornographic, so don’t get too excited…winking at you.
Love, love, love the lines here.
Were have similar problems with the seasons this year, should be spring soooooonnnnn
Waiting for it……Of course, the old joke about Buffalo weather is that we have two seasons: Winter and the Fourth of July.
No man you want to chase, eh Daniels? We all need switches, some manual, some electric, and a few hydraulic; that’s what men are. Tools. Anyway, thanks for bringing me to the word “dingus”, I will look it up in due time, and in the mean due-time, will sit in some sunshine and think on spring’s snowy suckings.
Trent–love the comment as always. Will save you the trouble here:
I spelled it wrong (on purpose), but here is what happens in Buffalo on Dyngus Day. I am not Polish, but we have a huge population of Poles here, and the tradition is permanent in my neck of the woods. I am not much for switching or polka, but the beer is always good.
http://www.dyngusdaybuffalo.com/
Giggle, love the sentiment, right there with ya.
Thanks, Nelle! The snow is mostly melted now–hoping it was Just Mother Nature’s April Fool…
Unfortunately, we’re visiting with Freija Arsehoff today.
ROFL and wincing with sympathy. Hard to do that simultaneously.
smiling at this one.. dingus.. smirk.
😉 Had to change the spelling–I just intensely dislike Dyngus.
quite an official website too. … both spellings fit.
🙂 I thought so! I sent Noel a picture of pussywillows, too 😉