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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Is this you or Mona? But eitherway, the narrator tells a beautiful tale.
ReplyDeleteSo finally, spring is here- nice post!
ReplyDeleteYour Spring has come which means my autumn is on its way.
ReplyDeleteIf only the Mother Nature could be warmed a bit by your words.
ReplyDeletei have a love affair with spring as well...having returned form NYC she was waiting on me...
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful...great read.
ReplyDeleteLovely flow, rivers yearning ode.
ReplyDeleteBug you might be interested in this or not, LOL, http://120socks.blogspot.com/2011/03/who-would-like-star.html
ReplyDeleteWhich season is she?- what an appropriate question!...Plump and pleased enough to be summer into Fall- or- Fall into Winter! Thanks-
ReplyDeleteI love how you personified spring with this prompt. Wonderful, Bug.
ReplyDeleteJust 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!
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely wistful post, I hope spring arrives soon for you.
ReplyDeleteBug, spring is so far away out here I'm beginning to forget what it feels like .... Mona agrees.
ReplyDeleteNicely done, and so apt for the fickle weather that has plagued every corner!
ReplyDeleteooo, I like this.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. Before we know it the signs of spring will really be here.
ReplyDeleteVery well told, though touchingly sad.
ReplyDeleteOh, please, please let spring arrive soon. It was sleeting here this morning.
ReplyDeleteOne of the more abstracted, and welcome, approaches to the Lisa gig. Good piece.
ReplyDeleteSpring - enigmatic as Maddona's famous smile - that's a good one.
ReplyDeleteSo is the grey sky backdrop as winter's last assault.
That last assault can be the worst...it is coming this Spring...blessings..bkm
ReplyDeleteI'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.
ReplyDeleteWhy do I live here? Assault, indeed.
Lovely...spring ...beautiful
ReplyDeleteGreat metaphor...
ReplyDeleteThe surprise of flowers - delicious!
ReplyDeleteIt's a hands in pocket day here today...
ReplyDeleteLove what you did with the prompt Bug! This is an amazing poem....the metaphor in this is wonderful! :-)
ReplyDeleteI always look forward to my visits to yours, Bug!
ReplyDeleteI 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.)
ReplyDeleteThis is quite sad. Good write
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