so much for May flowers

the cold just doesn't want to surrender

with dogged determination,
the winter holds on
to the edge of spring,
trying to gently acquiesce
to the summer sun,
the cold screams
and the wind ushers
in the icy rain --
the flowers cry in pain
for the warm has not yet won ...
jackets hanging on hooks,
and the fire still waiting to be fed,
cannot wait to put the boots
in their rightful place
under the bed.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Just like nature, life is beyond our control. That is the metaphoric analogy I took from your fine poem.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks. Yes, I suppose that is true. Of course, this is a very literal rant for me. I am sure I whine about it every year. This year it's just a whole lot later than usual.

[LastMonth]

I've spent three years in the navy.
A good portion of these three years was cold as s**t.
If there is something I've learned from my service is this-

Rain will find a way.
No matter how many ropes you tie around your waist,
No matter how expensive and professional your Wintercoat is,
Rain will find a way.

Water and your underpants share a bond that you can't hope to interrupt, it's too rude.
So yeah, I loved your poem.
But I freaking hate Winter.

Well, I like it when I see it through the window, in the safety of my hot chocolate mug.

...Sorry for the rambling.
Thank you for the poem.

[Lyn Anderson]

That, my friend, brought a smile to my face. And you are correct. I work outdoors and there isn't a waterproof that is truly waterproof. And the whole underwear thing, you are exactly right.

[V]

What a lovely and really well-written poem. Though one little suggestion, warmth instead of warm maybe in "for the warm has not yet won". It'd read a tad better, I think.
It's gotten colder again where I live too. It's been really nice and warm for weeks but somehow an icy breeze messed it all up.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks for the comment and the suggestion. It's one of those idiosyncrasies I have -- I like to say the warm, the bleak, etc. I will have to think on it.:)

[V]

Ah, ok. Whatever you like. You're welcome.

[Kesha]

It is starting to warm up here, so much so that Allergies have taken me over. All this sneezing sucks.

On your wonderful write, you really capture the dread that people feel when winter just won't let go. The way it flows is perfect. Pretty soon we'll be complaining of the humidty.

[Lyn Anderson]

I am one of those that never complains when it's hot and humid. But, hey, not much I can do but wait for the real spring.

[Kesha]

Very true. Unfortunately I still have that awful phlegm in my throat. Going on 3 weeks now.

[??????]

It has been feeling like that here, Ugg enough I say. This must be a black berry winter were in. 70s of the day freeze ya butt off at night described your very write:)

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks. For those of us who live in places with real seasons, many of us prefer a warmer spring.

[??????]

Welcome:) my friend

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i love your poem...but actually i am a cold weather person....and these spring days that feel somewhat like fall just do me fine...tennis today was great...breezy but only 50 some degrees...felt great.

j.

[Lyn Anderson]

We're down around 7 degrees C, which roughly translates to 44 F. Up north in Ontario there is snow, which is very unusual for this time of year.

[Matching Socks]

Blah, shut up. It's a fine poem! Spring will come thump you over the head soon enough.
And your birds will sing, your bees will hum and your buds will bloom. :-)

[Lyn Anderson]

Oh, I am just annoyed. Like, seriously, get on with it already.

[Matching Socks]

Yeah, crummy cold day... :)
And wet. Yuck.

[Lyn Anderson]

Yeah, it isn't my best. I just hate the damned cold.