I want it spring now:
Electric blue skies over the pink-ish fluff in trees,
But it’s chill-breezy and I forgot my shawl.
I want to wash the extra blankets
And put them away,
But I’m still wrapped up when I watch the news.
I want not to need that navy blue coat
I keep for the cold days, waiting on the corner for buses and cars,
But it’s got my MetroCard in the pocket to take me downtown warm.
I want to close up winter for the season; check the pipes.
Shut off the water, close up the shutters, and step outside,
But it’s still waiting for me on the street
When I lock the door.
Like Orfeo leading Eurydice
As she peels back the cobwebs of her confinement,
Feeling free, breathing so carefully,
Cautiously, it’s spring.
Unlike him, easily will I resist the urge
To turn around.
This poem was written in response to a lovely series of prompts about winter and spring at the Queens Risk of Discovery Series on April 21, 2015 at Q.E.D. Astoria.
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