I had been saving this one for a little later, but considering the weather here lately, I think it is fitting:
Spring Seen as a Fight Between Two Women; A Poem
Ah, shadow of the summer to come,
The reverse of Indian Summer, a Grandmother's Spring,
Bringing the promise of Summer's heat and a glorious end
to the whiteness of winter,
How nice it has been for you to come visit us.
I wish you would have stayed.
But yesterday morn there were cherry blossoms in the snow,
Although the snow was gone by mid afternoon.
Cherry blossoms in the snow -
What a symbol for the warfare of spring,
how the battle rages between the last fading grip
of the Winter Queen,
and of the Summer Lady.
They fight, sometimes, tooth and nail.
This year, Winter stepped with her spiked heel on
Summer's fair hand,
But we know that Summer will take the floor once again,
Stand up, and dust herself off,
And push Winter into the hole for a few months
until it's her turn to lay exhausted,
waiting for her white sleep to begin again.
4/21/02
Very nice poem. Strong images, I like it, Thank You.