Finally, it's actually the season of spring

photo by Carolyn Hoggard

 

We are Marching. . . .

 

The oom-pah rhythm of a St. Pat’s band

ignites the listeners’ hands and heads and feet

till not a soul is still, and all must stand

and clap and sing and dance to snare drum’s beat.

 

Not so our March this year. It lagged behind

in winter’s chill. We moaned like bagpipes out

of tune and drummers out of step. Snowblind

we watched from windows-- full of pout and doubt

 

that spring would ever come. On St. Pat’s Day,

or thereabouts, expected, longed-for warm

returned like pipers back in sync, the splay

of drummers’ feet back to their rhythmed charm.

                                   We clap our hands and rake those last-year’s leaves

away from rows of daffodils, re-arch

the trellises that fell in snow. Our peeves

forgotten. Fanfares now: it’s really Spring!!

 

c PL 2016 (written in 2015)
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BRR!!

Too cool--

at fifty-four

degrees--to sit outside.

I don a jacket & a warm

neckscarf,

 

cover

my legs (a throw

does the job) and return

to my preferred spring reading spot:

porch swing.

c PL 2016