the moody afternoon
was so very “March” –
was so very “March” –
gusting about in fickle fits:
flipping, belligerently,
from jolly-sunny to storm-a-brewing . . .
and back
in recalcitrant damp chills
and imperious blasts that belied
the – periodically –
glorious bright, blue, azure sky.
and so:
I drank steaming cups of camomile tea
and noshed on chocolate chip cookies
and listened to
Mendelssohn's Spring Song,
with bird chirps
. . . defiantly . . .
dreaming of spring.
notes: Felix Mendelssohn’s Spring Song (or "Frühlingslied" – 1843-1845) WITH BIRD
CHIRPS - is available on the Hennie
Bekker CD the Classics II on the Solitudes
- Exploring Nature with Music label, and can be found on utube (sans chirps).
camomile tea is made from the camomile plant (of the Asteraceae family) that blooms from late spring through summer.
photo: Field of Spring Daffodils – W. Bourke
©
2014 Wendy Bourke
ah the last 2 days have felt like spring here...i hope it lasts...they are saying it will through thursday...so we too celebrate it while we can...soaked a bunch of sun up...it was very nice...
ReplyDeleteThese days we live in hope - no matter where we live - and wait for the sun to "stick".
ReplyDeleteso well captivated the moody season....
ReplyDeleteIt's true, I do tend to think of March as a bit of a moody, histrionic melt-down of a month.
ReplyDeleteahh yes...if you dream it, it will come...smiles...You definitely got March down to a "T" here. What a dreamy photo too...
ReplyDeleteNothing say "Spring" like daffodils! Smiles.
Deletegusting about in fickle fits:
ReplyDeleteflipping, belligerently,
from jolly-sunny to storm-a-brewing . .
The lull before the storm so to speak. Yes, the feeling is all for having spring right away. The cool of winter is still lingeringly present. Great write Wendy!
Hank
Thanks, Hank. By this time of the year, spring can not get here fast enough, it's true.
ReplyDeleteI hate to say it but.... Spring scares me a bit, because my allergies go wild. Also, here, it's the start of a hot season that lasts for 7-8 months. But I like the spunky defiance you exhibit in your poem, as well as that cheerful photo!
ReplyDelete7 - 8 months of hot weather. Ouch! I may have to rethink March.
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