After a sun-robbed
Bone-bitten
Blanket-wrapped
Winter —
I’m always ready for an Early Spring.
I’m an April snow-be-gone
Window-hoisting
Clutter-banishing gal
But wait – did someone say “Garage Sale?”
Drinking vernal sun
Through white Nordic skin
I’m an impatient trail-trekker
Lake-walker
Eager for
Jean-jacketed
Picnics-at-parks.
I’m a teacher-on-summer-recess
Swimming-lesson-spectator-mom
An eye-on-the-sky weather-watching
Clothesline-addicted
August-birthday-babe.
School? Already?
Pondering plans
While I’m apple-picking
Pickle-packing
Toes-in-dirt
Garden-gathering until
First frosty flakes.
Goodnight, garden.
I’m a dark morning errand runner
Defying slick roads
Stocking up for the Big Snow
I can hibernate awhile
With coffee
Cream
Eggs
Milk
Bread
Cream
And coffee.
Swadddled in a snow blanket—
Waiting for Christmas,
Birthdays,
And Valentine chocolates to
Usher me to the edge of winter
Where I stand
Toes on edge
Ready to jump
Into an early Spring…
(I had the idea to write this as I labored with dirt-encrusted toes in a 90 degree garden yesterday. In retrospect, the scene was so unlike who I am in the winter. If you ever write a seasonal look at yourself — please let me know. I’d like to read it! )
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