FRIDAY 55I don't have a real 55, the muse didn't strike. Instead I'm hauling out a couple of magnetic poetry things I came up with from the 1000 words on my fridge. I have a notebook next to the fridge for recording everything people generate (including the poetic 'elephants can fly up your butt when you are drunk'....that was courtesy Isaac...genius!)
through skeletal trees,
which scratch the sky
in search of spring.
Spring laughs songs of life.
Summer chants through the night.
Fall whispers secrets of death.
Winter moans in her sleep
Dreaming of Spring.
Winter here was fairly pathetic so I certainly can't say I'm dying for a change from cold and snow and ice. Nonetheless I am glad Spring is here because Winter was so pathetic. Temperatures at least seem appropriate to what the calender says and I am looking forward to the soon to start blooming plants.
I actually love winter. I like snow, and although I don't want to drive in it, I love the after effects of a good ice storm (provided no power lines come down). the trees all encased in ice are magical when the sun glints off them. This year we only got snow on Valentine's Day and St. Patrick's Day. The rest of the winter was just brown, dry, boring. Not much to look at.
Soon there will be crocuses and daffodils and tulips and the trees will get green. The pussy willow outside my front door has its fuzzy little buds popping out and the forsythia is coming to life. Each day there's a new green thing to notice and a new sound. The songbirds started in earnest last week, the cricket should start soon, and the spring peepers will commence their joyous chorus.
I had my annual opening of the windows when the temperature finally hit 70 and my own private celebration. If the weather is decent on laundry day I can hang out my clothes and sheets....mmmm, I love the smell of sheets hung out to dry. I'm taking off my favorite fuzzy flannel sheets that kept me toasty warm all winter and replacing them with my 600 and 800 count cotton ones that feel like silk. I can't decide which sensation I enjoy more next to my skin (forget PJs they just get tangled up) but I know I'm looking forward to the change from plush comfort to smooth decadence.
It's Spring! Yippee!!