Morning Muse - Dancing With Spring

Spring in Alberta. A time when flowers and flurries show up on the same day. Warm jackets in the morning. Short sleeves in the afternoon. 

Winter never wants to let go. Teasing and goading up to the last moment of its existence and beyond. Sashaying through Spring on its way to being lost to the dog days of summer. 

The month of April is National Poetry Month. It seemed fitting to celebrate the event with some seasonal thoughts.

Dancing With Spring

Swirling and whirling
Dances past the door
Dressed for the weather
Shares the folk lore

Out on the meadow
Across the creek
Playful and silly
Games of hide ‘n seek

Bashful and wordless
Flows ‘cross the sky
Relentless in greeting
Terminal, by and by

Friend with the clouds
Enemy to the road
Harsh in reality
Like a seatless commode

Welcomed by some
Hated by more
Drifting, not lucid
Sassy wintery whore

Teasing and touching
Tickling the nose
A sticky embrace
Its wrath it bestows

Dancing to the end
With the welcoming spring
Snowy winter retreats
​Summer’s on its wing
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