March With Icy Armour Repels Seductress Spring
Weary of winter I spread
a tapestry cloth of flowers
across the old dining room oak table,
a runner of tulip and daffodil baskets,
a place-mat of soaring birds, hand -stitched
winters ago by a yearning grandmother.
These soothe my longing for an end to cold and drear,
the hair-shirt of winter bleakness and fear.
I long to fill the silent skies,
finger-brush the imminent snowdrops,
hoping more for a kite than a canoe
to wind-whisk me from this barren ground up
to endless seas of skies more blue
than human consciousness can bear.
Katherine L. Gordon, March 2nd. 2026.
Katherine, I wanted to have a spring graphic for your poem, but I didn't want to break copyright. So I used a pic from Anna Yin's website - hope she doesn't mind being our goddess of spring! (it's the lavender dress)
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