Honestly, I never liked March. I call it the Un-Season. The trees are bare. Branches are scattered about, thanks to windy, chilly days. It even can snow in March, albeit the next day it warms up fast. Then carpets soil from yucky, muddy boots and whatever else the cat brings in. The TV plays reruns.
But wait. I look around. How many shades of grey and brown are there actually? There is beauty in the muted colors – even in the mud. There is more daylight and the promise of Spring is in the breeze.
So let me write this poem…
LATE WINTER
Driving home, one evening
There is a hillside of leafless trees,
Dark branches.
Suddenly we see a few red and orange leaves.
They didn’t (Fall) , so determined, still popping up
Like lollypops as we pass by.
Let them be.
At dusk, we pass fields of grey, yellow, and bronze expanses.
Nuances of color, fields of gold, straw shrubs.
Cattails, fluffy white tops blow circles in the wind.
Sepia in the shade, then branches of rust, auburn and evergreens
Blend into a crimson glow, reflecting in the pond.
The sky seems wider in the un-season.
The contrasting magenta sun sets, as we drive home,
Turning on the porch light.
Wait!
Tiny crocus just popped up in our garden.
Anticipation.
Tonight, the late winter chill lingers,
Bring the cat in, light the fire and watch the last glimmer of pink sky set.
“ When one flower blooms, Spring awakens everywhere.”~John O Donahue
The Spring equinox is March 19th, 2024. Stay tuned for Yoga for Spring.
Beautiful as always!
March is the unseason. You make it clear that there are elements of every type of climate during march. I love your poem and will read it at the next open mike night.
You made such beautiful insights and took photographs that reflected your words!
Never stop your reflections!
What a lovely poem ushering in Spring”s awakening of the land! The colorful flowers open the door to the beauty and peacefulness of Spring.
Beautifully expressed Franny!
We experienced many seasonal “elements” in Copake this past weekend– Saturday saw torrential rains, dustings of snow & an ice-storm followed by bright warm sun on a crisp, cool Sunday (when I got to see those brilliant purple crocuses in your garden).
Love, Gabrielle