Our seasons, especially spring, are always very changeable from day to day, week to week. I have learned to try to take notice of what each day is. I don't like the face-freezing winds, I don't like the black ice that surrounds my car in the parking lot. I walk with great caution, this is a time of broken wrists and sprained ankles and more serious injuries and I want none of them. I've written a small poem about our brief respite of thaw.
Thaw
Unseen crows in full cry
warm, wet fog wraps its wisps
among bare tree tops
a gossamer veil blending
into a skimmed milk sky
ice melts into puddles
hopeful hints of far off spring.
In this temperate latitude
adjustment to fickle weather
is an unchanging fact of life.
1 comment:
June -- what an interesting comment on your seasonal weather. Think we must live at the same latitude. I spend much of my comings and goings outside my home evading the dangerous ice. We have had a blustery winter here in the upper peninsula of Michigan. Snow and freezing temps are prevalent still and have been since Nov.
Have not been blogging for what seems like years -- maybe in my future? So much nastiness going on in this country. Considering moving to Canada!
Still taking photos and moving around the country -- just not blogging.
Enjoy your spring -- Barbara
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