With snowfalls measured in feet and temperatures in single digits – not just on a single day but extended over many consecutive days – it’s not surprising we yearn to end of the winter of our discontent. With the beginning of daylight savings time, the signs are falling into place. Everywhere, we’re reaching out for spring.
For today’s Opening Gambit prompt, we’re using as our inspiration the first four lines from a piece by Spanish poet, Antonio Machado (the entire poem can be found at this link):
“The afternoon is bright,
with spring in the air,
a mild March afternoon,
with the breath of April stirring”
What does the coming of spring mean to you? Is it the difference between warm and cold? Is it the replacement of colorless landscapes with those in delicate pasteIs? Maybe you see it as a symbol of renewal or a prelude to those lazy, crazy, hazy days of summer.
Write your poems for the Opening Gambit category in any length and any style. All you need to do is think about the coming season and let the words spring forth from your fingers!
Come The Spring
In February, cold and bleak,
we breathe in hope, but dare not speak,
of days ahead where we can sing
in warmer tones when comes the spring.
In silence, tongues are loath to move,
afraid the winter needs to prove
its heartless strength with one more swing
to stay the bliss when comes the spring.
Yet, soon the dreary days will pass
as flower buds and blades of grass
inspire robins while they sing
with earnest joy when comes the spring.
© Susan Schoeffield
Yet, soon the dreary days will pass…. when comes the spring. Lovely, Susan and I am among the many looking forward to it.
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Thanks, Debi. Most of all, I’m looking forward to seeing all the spring-time colors. I’ve had my fill of white and gray!
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I can understand that! It has been a tuff Feb.
https://debispoems.wordpress.com/2015/03/12/spring-cleaning/
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The fresh scents of spring air flowing through the house and a freshly-cleaned house to go with it – another magical layer of spring! Love it, Debi!
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Susan, perfect timing! The lilt in your poem’s rhyme fits the anticipation of spring! 🙂
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Thanks, Patricia. It can’t get here soon enough!
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Thank you…mine’s a chilly version of spring… 🙂
https://wordrustling.wordpress.com/2015/03/12/not-quite-there/
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“Freeze and thaw dance a fickle song” — you’ve burst my bubble in the most delightful way! You’re right, of course. Mother Nature won’t be rushed. But I can dream! Thanks for this beautiful take on the prompt, Hannah!
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it even if it’s a bit of a nippy response…you picked a favorite line…thank you for inspiring, Susan!! 🙂
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Strength indeed, Susan!! Winter has a firm grip! I love the flow of your writing and the hope for spring!
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Thanks, Hannah! Optimism rules the day!!
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True story!! 🙂
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Susan, left a poem on my blog at http://wp.me/Mb0h.
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Patricia, we are seeing the first robins in the yard. The mornings are warmer and the birdsong sweeter. It must be spring. Like the poem!
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The images of birds give this poem a delicate feel, much like the coming of a soothing spring after a harsh winter. Very well put together. I love it, Patricia!
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Thanks, Susan!
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