Colourful Spring Beacons

Spring Melt

Spring Pools by Robert Frost

These pools that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,
Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,
And yet not out by any brook or river,
But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.
The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To darken nature and be summer woods –
Let them think twice before they use their powers
To blot out and drink up and sweep away
These flowery waters and these watery flowers
From snow that melted only yesterday.

 

Flat, shapeless days of gray,
Cold and misty shadows play
Behind the sun, on this March day.

Morning’s cold, gray curtain tossed
Upon the landscape, bitter frost
Reminds that winter’s not quite lost.

Gray to lavender, the clouds
Part, and warm the icy shrouds
That hang on barren fields, unplowed.

Still, and void of any sound,
Lifeless grasses bend to ground,
Hunched, arthritic, gnarled and brown.

They wait, like me, for April’s rain,
To bring the world to life again,
To lift the weight of winter’s pain.

Don’t be fooled by March’s sun,
She’s fickle, tricking everyone
To thinking spring has finally come.

But you, like me, have come to know
That March brings rain–but also snow.
I cannot wait for her to go.

© Nancy J. Bond