Fickle Spring

Spring is a fickle friend who flirts behind her April fan,

her sunny eyes full of promise and fragile warmth;

beneath her flowing dress a white-frost petticoat

trails icy lace around the edge of new-bloomed flowers.

Do not trust her pretty fingers or soft green hands;

with them she beckons winter’s last chilling touch

and leaves frozen our hopes of summer fruit.

 

 

 

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About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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One Response to Fickle Spring

  1. Cindy says:

    Exactly how it’s been here in Michigan this week!

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