Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Winter's Undoing

 How fine it is to sit a while
And watch the mirth of March beguile
With smile and sunbeam flustering
Dear old man winter’s blustering

Yon skyline cannot long contain
The resurrection of Today
So too, winter cannot confine
For long the song of Spring-strung vine

And in her dance of green and gold
Time forgets it is growing old
As moments don the eager sky
Of spring urging winter goodbye

With sun-spun finesse she traces
The hard lines of his disgraces
Soft upon pond, yard and limb
She begins to temper him

For winter cold cannot resist
The joy of being laughter-kissed
Thus, warmed with willing smiles and tears
In spring's kind arms he disappears

© Janet Martin


  1. This is lovely, the images and the poem itself.


    1. thank-you:) we are s-l-o-w-l-y beginning to feel its undoing:)


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