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A Poem to Beckon Spring


Three more days of snow predicted.  The wind is howling.  I am in limbo.  Can’t use my new washer because nothing is staying on the clothes line!  Don’t want to chase any more underwear around the yard.  Can’t go planting.  The seeds will blow away.  Can’t let the baby chickies out.  They will freeze their bloomers off!  So, I wrote a little love poem.

Wherefore out thou?

I do search for your lovely face in undressed trees.

I seek out your presence in the dirt, on my knees.

I think I hear you on the waves of sweet birdsong.

I then promise myself it shan’t be too long!

Again I am tricked and so think that you are near,

Run out to see spring flowers that are not yet here.

I am certain you should be at my front screen door

but alas the cold snow comes knocking once more.

My love, come with tulip bouquets and carefree smiles,

with fresh, green grass running for miles.

Oh, Winter Everlasting, please do go.

(We do appreciate your water though.)

We just need sun kisses, rays of delight, warm air, intoxicating scents of lilacs wafting here and there.

Of crabapple flowers dancing on the light breeze, and rain instead of a deep freeze.

All your rainbow color, we shall invite and welcome in.  Spring, you are like our long lost friend.


Katie Lynn Sanders is the author of seven books, has been a speaker on sustainable living, and loves all things wine, regenerative agriculture, homesteading, travel, food, arts, crafts, books, and finding enchantment and inspiration in the smallest things. She lives on a one acre farm and vineyard, Pumpkin Hollow Farm, with her husband, fourteen chickens, three ducks, a giant Pyrenees, two goats, five cats, and visiting children and grandchildren in southern Colorado.

4 thoughts on “A Poem to Beckon Spring

  1. This AZ girl needs to thaw out!! Your poem was beautiful and gave me some Hope as what spring will look like :-).

  2. We have snow in the forecast here in Central IL on Friday. Not a lot, but enough to make me wonder if spring has really sprung. Hope winter moves out so spring can finally move in.

    1. We just woke up to another five inches. And though I can envision green pastures (something we haven’t had around here in a long time), I kind of wish the moisture were in the form of rain. But after the drought we’ve had, I guess I better quick whining!

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