Spring Insists on Coming

Spring insists on coming.
Even though winter still gnaws
at the edges of my world,

spring will not stop coming, coaxing
life from the seeds
I thoughtlessly planted,

not understanding how fragile
the sprouts’ little green necks
can be, stretching out skyward.

Some will never make it that far,
asleep forever
where even late frost can’t hurt them.

But spring is here
and for whatever it’s worth
so am I.



Liner Notes for this Groove: This poem in linked to the Friday Writings prompt at Poets and Storytellers United.

17 comments:

  1. And your Spring has arrived just in time for the Spring Equinox! Here we have another 6-8 weeks to go before Spring actually shows up.

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    1. LOL, well the weather is notoriously capricious so who knows... we may get a cold blast soon.

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  2. Love the "little green necks" and the closing line!! We have early summer with high temps secretly churning up some thunderstorms I'm sure.

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  3. Some will never make it that far........................they will rest assured

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    1. Well, that's the thing. Realistically, some just won't.

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  4. One thing it’s worth (of many) is that you recall and celebrate those that didn’t survive. xxx

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  5. I was touched by the words "where the late frost can't hurt them" because so many, too many, have gone there.

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  6. We've been having Spring here to the South since February 15. I like your cheerfulness in anticipation.
    ,,

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  7. Welcome, Spring! 🌸🌼
    Well, over here, it's either Hot or Rainy. 😁

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  8. Your poetry is lovely .. reinforces how much longer we must wait for Spring here on Oregon's high desert. Cheers, Rommy.

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  9. how fragile
    the sprouts’ little green necks
    can be, stretching out skyward.

    For me this is the heart of the poem - how fragile we all are and how some (no fault of their own sometimes) don't make it. But to be remembered... what a gift.

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  10. Late Summer Down Under....I don't want it to end.

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  11. The awakening never ceases to amaze me! Thanks for the reminder.

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  12. Too soon to plant, a gardener tells me. Lovely poem and photo.

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