Awaiting the Great Defrost

Cherry

By hudsonmoon

Fri, 07 Mar 2014
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6 comments
 

Why don't June
Arrive already?
And make this snow all
Hot and sweaty

April, May?
They'll be here soon
But they're a tease
All soup. No spoon

It's cold here still
Complaints they differ
From callused lips
To frigid zippers

Serve me a world that's
Sunnyside up
And just like eggs
On it I’ll sup

Certificate U
Poem
Humour

Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I don't suppose it would make you feel any better if  I told you it was lovely and springlike here today? Thought not....

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Lol, no, insert, it wouldn't. I can still see the snow above my window sill. But I have faith that nature will do the right thing.

Rich

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Many thanks for the lovely cherries.

Rich

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

I love the warm ease of your poem. 'all soup, no spoon' is stand-out good                 Elsie

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Thank you, Elise. Glad you thought so. I don't usually delve into poetry territory, but I felt a bit inspired ith the thought of Spring approaching.

Rich

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

Sunnyside up gets sweaty. Be glad of the cold. There's a rudeness to this beneath the Spring - or am I just a pervert. Either way, it's a lovely pome.