End of March, beginning of April

I am a hunter
of fiddleheads and spruce tips
for a spring salad

in this time of snow still melting
on the north side of the hill
and leaves not yet raked up
at the edges of my lawn

this is the time of running sap
of mud
of crocuses deciding
it is finally true spring
and not the slow striptease
of dying winter

I am a woman of all seasons
but the promise/false hope
of all this softening
this budding

holds me

**** the NaPoWriMo prompt for today is to tell a story over time, with digressions.  Well, all of my poetry does that.  Here’s a stream of consciousness that meanders.  Hopefully nothing dams it.

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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8 Responses to End of March, beginning of April

  1. Seems rather un-dammed to me! Enjoyed the use of the haiku to start your spring meander.
    False hope gets us every spring 🙂

  2. rivrvlogr says:

    It is so worth the wait, isn’t it?

  3. Claire says:

    I really feel the life bubbling through this poem. Isn’t fiddleheads a lovely word ? Great work

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