Untitles - NaPoWriMo #20

 

Now, at the start of spring

Winter sends us one last blast

of cold.  Like a dying

patient who rallies

just before he

finally fails,

finally falls

into whatever comes next

 

Though no one seems to mind

when Winter dies

 

Winter has one of those,

“it’s a blessing”

deaths,

 

though, when people say it

about a loved one

(theirs or mine)

I want to scream

or give them a slap

or both,

no matter the circumstances of the death

 

But the death of

Winter is

another matter.

 

After all,

we know that

Winter

will always

find her way back.                                                      

 

 

  

Progress Report - NaPoWriMo #13

4-15-24

Our almost-two-year-old grandson spent the weekend with Tom and me.  It was both wonderful and exhausting.  Needless to say no computers were opened; no words were written (or typed).  And I’m still recovering.  There is a reason 60-year-old women don’t have babies.  I bow and tip my metaphorical hat to the grandmas out there who have had to take over raising their grandchildren.  But, now for a few words.

 

April 14, and the first tulip has opened.

It’s a pink one that I planted a few years ago.

 

The blue and white Scillas

cover most of the hill

going down to the driveway.

 

Lilac leaves are opening,

though the flowers are a way off yet.

 

Last night we slept with the windows open

for the first time this year.

 

The winter has been mild

but it was a long time in leaving.                                           73

Spring - NaPoWriMo #11

Last week

we had a foot of snow;

heavy snow that broke tree branches.

And yet, my tulips, halfway up,

and Scilla, already blooming,

covered in that same snow

are out today

showy and cheerful and thriving.

 

Spring is relentless.

Try as we might,

it can’t be stopped.

 

Even when it’s painful

even when we aren’t prepared

even when we can’t,

life goes on.