March is not the spring
promised in seed catalogs
other places
here, it is the unbloomed, precrocus want
of mud under ice
a softening, finally naked
but still waiting
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Susan Daniels Poetry 
Alas, you know the mud season is close…but take care…I see another storm brewing. Stay warm sfam
Yes. Wait for a bitter, angry poem calling March a bitch again soon 😉
LOL
Waiting and waiting. Sea of white still surrounds me…. Ugh. Well described Susan
Thanks, Audra! I can see the mud…
its beautiful in every form I see it! 🙂
=) Yes, it is. I missed seeing the mud. Have not seen it since November.
My reference was to your words! And yes the feeling of that soft mud under one’s naked feet is indeed something to be missed…. 🙂
Oh, thank you!
You’re welcome 🙂
Oh, and no bare feet outside here for a long time yet. Tomorrow it is going to be -6F and another snowstorm on the way…
Oh god!!! Stay safe and warm!!! Have a cup of coco from me 🙂
Thank you, I will!
Super! 🙂
It always amazes me how you manage to invest the months and seasons with so much meaning with so few words! Pre-bloom or unbloomed?
Thanks, Noel! Unbloomed now, prebloomed in Aopril 😉
it’s known here in NH as mud season
LOL, here too. Where there’s no mud, there is ice.
You said it! “March Is Not Spring”…
=)
March is a tease, and a cold one at that.
I know the feeling. 😉
😉 Did you get hit with the snow too?
On Thu, Mar 13, 2014 at 8:36 PM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
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Nah, just an inch. We lucked out, to a point. Everything flash froze and then that pesky inch greased it.