Does March appear to be a noisy month in your area? That’s just how it’s been for me here. And March’s strong, I tell you. The pleasant-sounding driftwood, shell, acorn chimes I keep outdoors hanging from the pergola she has flung to the ground. Winter never did that! And this morning, the glass plates with oats and bird seeds she rolled to the other side of the fence. Loud, uncouth, and naughty is what she is.
“The cool, moist air of winter lingers past its welcome,” explains my handsome husband.
“While warm moist air of verdant spring is vying for its turn to get in,” I tell him. I read that somewhere. Hehe. These two go chest to chest against each other– what a phenomenon. And we already know which will win.
Still, hearing them go at it makes me shiver, quivering, smiling, for I know that I’ll be going around opening windows to welcome the chambré breezes indoors in a few days.
–But Winter swallowed the sun today: unlike the glorious skies of a whole week already, melodramatic sap-grey clouds, full of chill, graced our skies all day.
–And the war in Ukraine is a real mood breaker. I cannot wait for ordinary days of quietude for all the people of the world. I hope people in the whole of Europe get a chance to see the fine hairs on buds and stems to alert themselves of the beauty that lays dormant in the souls of its people.
–And so, I edited an old poem I wrote last year. And fresh out of taking part in Colleen’s Poetic challenge, I used some of the synonyms for green that I learned from that group. See what you think.
from many days of holding state office his vigor consumed, his defenses waned a spent Winter receives a gift from Wind here a hushed crinkle, there a lulling whizz a warm whisp of enthralling foreign scents by and by, soothed from such exhaustion Winter folds and wobbles to the edge and dreams of warmth never experienced floral scents, and colors viridescent by twilight, the atmosphere has shifted: swaying in the lightness of chambré breezes, her veil entwined with fine-haired colored buds, and verdant dress with wildflowers adorned-- a lively Spring glides in: chartreuse, happy bringing along a promise of warm days and a luscious fecundity of lush peridot springs forth before her footpath crinkly whispers from branches come aloud-- inch by inch budding twigs uncurl, raucous with a wave and eyes half-closed shushes them lest enfeebled man from misty dream wakes so in silence, she conducts her landscapes and to the wave of her wand, they obey in bursting sparks of wildest symphony pinks and mauves, amid rosemary and sage reds, orange, blues, yellows, and vermilion, from atop the tallest hilltops descend in waves and rural hues color the way while old-man Winter, still lulled by the sun a big puddle of warmth at his feet now continues peacefully slipping away until Winter is but a memory and his dream of scents, wildflowers aflame spring forth beryl, a dream to us no more *** © 2022 selmamartin.com
Photo Image by dendoktoor from Pixabay
Thanks for reading. I declare world peace and invite you to notice the miracles in the fine hairs on buds and stems.
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In Shakespeare’s day and onwards, there was the notion of green-sickness, the Virgin’s Disease https://www.kyrackramer.com/2018/09/24/green-sickness-and-the-cultural-construction-of-womens-health/ whereas your green gallivanting paints a picture of health, Selma!
Loving “peridot”, and ” chambré breezes”! Loving your wind-chimes! Do acorns sing or ring? May we all enjoy the tiniest hairs on twigs, alerted by your suggestions x
👋 Shakespeare’s day. What creative era.
But, yeah— luscious fecundity of abundance and health: Spring! Liking it (despite 🤧 allergies)
Acorns crinkle against each other just so, like a whisper. 😃
… and I love the tiny hairs on stems. 👏 🌸 ❤️ Enjoy the season. 👏
“Acorns crinkle against each other just so, like a whisper” …thank you dear one. That’s my miracle for today { hug }
Aww. Lovely. I wish you more. 💜
Beautiful, Selma! I love how you personified Spring and Winter. The imagery is gorgeous. 🙂
Beautiful season. I love it especially how old man Winter goes into a long dream about what he’s missing— in truth, he will never get to see A Spring! and I love imagining a puddle of sun at his feet. Haha. Glad you enjoyed this too. Thanks for being so sweet. I wish you miracles
Gorgeous poem, but here on the other side of the globe, old man winter is chilling the air. I suspect we’ll have a wild one this year
Yup, he zoomed over to Australia. But he carried a lovely dream in his heart. All the best, my sweet. xoxoxo
He flooded Queensland and New South Wales in the process ☹️
Flooded them. That little fiend! I bet he’s in cahoots with Putin. (though we know he isn’t) My dear, I wish you the best. Thanks for playing along. Blessings.
march is lions with lambs
Lions and lambs. Yes, I guess it’s accurate. Thanks for adding to the conversation. I love it. Blessings. xo
I liked the conversation between you two. It’s exactly how it is. I wake up to rattling window covers and the naughty wind moves stuff around. But the chill is on the way out… Happy spring to you!
Winter is spent. If anything he’s driving on empty now. Be well, dear friend. I bless you.
Here’s to the noise of March and everyday miracles Selma 💖
Love it, Ingrid. We get to see the rainbow after we put up with the storm. I bless you.
A few days ago we were sure that winter was gone-yet we are 20° lower than normal. This afternoon promo sizes spring like temps, yet to dip again to freezing temps in a few days. March decided it wanted winter to stay. lol
It’s spring showing off still. But he’s driving on empty now. In no time, we’ll have nothing but pleasant days. Stay warm, dear Ruth. I hold you dear in my heart. xoxo
Gorgeous poem, Selma. So many good lines. My favourites:
“here a hushed crinkle, there a lulling whizz”
“Winter folds and wobbles to the edge”
“…Spring glides in: chartreuse…”
🙂
💕 😚 💗