Thursday, January 29, 2009

SPRING, WHEREFORE ART THOU

Snow, falling, packing, frictionless, cars sliding, feet slipping, cold. Shivers. Sweaters, coats, gloves, dripping off chairs, drying out.Spring and summer water, growing from snow memories in bands of velvet green.
Children playing, outdoor dinners, redneck fashion, lazy eating. Dad and daughter, silly-shirt-laughter.
Hurry spring. Kids are growing, seeds are waiting, lawn mower needs a turn. Lonely for springs promise, summer's bounty, the work of fall in mason jars and then...again, the snow will come. But now, oh so lonely for the spring.

8 comments:

Colette Amelia said...

oh my I think you must have a little bit of Wordsworth in your DNA!

such a wordsmith!

Michael Skorulski said...

The kiddie image on the bike is so cute, Lynne.

Cindy said...

I thought we were having global warming. Looks like it missed Utah.

Pam's Place said...

Well said, very well said. Beautiful.

Jessica said...

AMEN, AMEN, AMEN!

Michael Rawluk said...

Harsh winters make beautiful Springs. Patience, my friend.

JJ said...

I echo you on this post, bring on spring,, I for one have had enough of winter

Shawn said...

Thats what I love about the world around us....the change.

I always think to my self when I get annoyed or bored with the weather:

Soon, this too will pass...