I
hear the birds chirping
and
flowers trying to
burst
through the ground
people
ready to shred
their
heavy coats to enjoy
the
warm sunshine
from
the shadowy corner
winter
makes her last gasp
sending
chilly air before
she
must pass over her crown
- Written for dVerse Quadrille #171:Poetry is a kind of Gasp
Well, I cannot wait for winter's last gasp. Winter needs to pass over her crown to spring.
ReplyDeleteThat last image is brilliant. Wonderful brevity.
ReplyDeleteYes, Arcadia ~ she must indeed...
ReplyDeleteYour imagery is so lovely...
Sincerely,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com
I adore the closing image! Yes, it's time winter passes over the crown 💖💖
ReplyDeleteWow!! Hope you get your Spring warmth soon.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my blog.
Much💜love
Lovely poem--I love her passing her crown. We had similar thoughts.
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone.
ReplyDeleteWinter did this where I live too, it rained and hailed and cold wind was blowing till this afternoon! I loved it though 😊
ReplyDeleteYes, indeed! Lovely write, Arcadia.
ReplyDeleteYup! It's really on its way out. I haven't worn a proper coat in days. Yeah!😊
ReplyDeletePat
I think winter has lost it for at least the next nine months. Great piece. :-)
ReplyDeleteI love that last line, especially. The passing of the season's crown...
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