Winter’s Last Assault




Winter’s Last Assault

I looked into the face of spring
and laid bare my yearning.
Enigmatic as always
she gave nothing away.
The gray sky is a backdrop
to my melancholy.
The buds on the trees,
the greening of grass,
and the surprise of flowers
tremble at winter’s last assault.
Hands in the pockets
of my winter coat
I look into the face of spring
and sigh.

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Comments

  1. Is this you or Mona? But eitherway, the narrator tells a beautiful tale.

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  2. So finally, spring is here- nice post!

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  3. Your Spring has come which means my autumn is on its way.

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  4. If only the Mother Nature could be warmed a bit by your words.

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  5. i have a love affair with spring as well...having returned form NYC she was waiting on me...

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  6. This is beautiful...great read.

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  7. Lovely flow, rivers yearning ode.

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  8. Bug you might be interested in this or not, LOL, http://120socks.blogspot.com/2011/03/who-would-like-star.html

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  9. Which season is she?- what an appropriate question!...Plump and pleased enough to be summer into Fall- or- Fall into Winter! Thanks-

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  10. I love how you personified spring with this prompt. Wonderful, Bug.

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  11. Just FYI - I saw snowflakes on my way to work this morning. So winter's last assault continues. Sigh. At least I hope it's the last assault!

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  12. Such a lovely wistful post, I hope spring arrives soon for you.

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  13. Bug, spring is so far away out here I'm beginning to forget what it feels like .... Mona agrees.

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  14. Nicely done, and so apt for the fickle weather that has plagued every corner!

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  15. Very nice. Before we know it the signs of spring will really be here.

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  16. Very well told, though touchingly sad.

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  17. Oh, please, please let spring arrive soon. It was sleeting here this morning.

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  18. One of the more abstracted, and welcome, approaches to the Lisa gig. Good piece.

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  19. Spring - enigmatic as Maddona's famous smile - that's a good one.
    So is the grey sky backdrop as winter's last assault.

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  20. That last assault can be the worst...it is coming this Spring...blessings..bkm

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  21. I'm afraid I'm doing more than sighing as I look out the window today at the two-plus inches of snow on the ground (SO FAR!). NEO Spring is again a huge joke.

    Why do I live here? Assault, indeed.

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  22. Lovely...spring ...beautiful

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  23. The surprise of flowers - delicious!

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  24. It's a hands in pocket day here today...

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  25. Love what you did with the prompt Bug! This is an amazing poem....the metaphor in this is wonderful! :-)

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  26. I always look forward to my visits to yours, Bug!

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  27. I love that "...and laid bare my yearning," among other lines. (I used yearning as a descriptor in my magpie, too. That is what I see in the smile.)

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