spring late spring forward

I am angry. It is supposed to be 58 and its 38. Spring is late and
it is supposed to be forward.
Where is the crocus? Where is my new beginning?
I am selfish and feel like having a temper-tantrum
and life is beating my butt. Act I and Act II
are finished and it seems like a Shakespeare tragedy
where the shoe could drop in Act III. Be still my beating heart.
The denouement will come in its own time.

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About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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2 Responses to spring late spring forward

  1. I agree with your sentiments. We have a few crocuses and a smattering of primulas but it is still soooo cold. The snow drops have only just died. It’s chillingly beautiful with blossom peeking out.

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  2. kirizar says:

    @M.A. perhaps you need to find spring in your heart and the weather will follow. (Gack, that was pretty cloying, wasn’t it?) @Diana Jackson, thank you for a new vocabulary word “primula”. I will now be on the hunt for my first sighting.

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