“Winter Into Spring”, a poem

 Marsh Geese, watercolor, Jane Kohut-Bartels, 2007

Marsh Geese, watercolor, Jane Kohut-Bartels, 2007

 

This is such a weird Spring.  Warm, almost balmy days, and then fierce rain and wind storms. Today it feels like Winter again with chilling temperatures  not changed since morning.  The afternoon sun doesn’t help, this pallid and feeble orb barely breaking through  a white sky.  There is no blue to be seen, and I pull out sweaters and socks and watch the cats curl into balls.  Even they know that Winter is not done with us in some way.

Lady Nyo 

 

 

WINTER INTO SPRING

 

Mysterious, unfathomable, muted season,

where life and reason are suspended

upon a cold metal wire.

The wind a sharp razor of clipper glass

sailing through glassine air

slicing the pallid sun’s rays–

an attempt to warm a frigid earth

to a remembered fertility.

 

Solemn seasonal palette,

white, gray, black,

cut with a flash of blood-red–

Kamikaze cardinal!

like the demon wind bearing its name,

dares the thin and paling air

to brighten for a flashing moment–

A witness to recurring life.

 

Season of bountiful snow,

brings a thirst to the land

where hoar-frost leaches

moisture with a crystallized withering-

hands to crack, bark to shatter,

and all dries and curls about

in a perverse furnace of freeze.

 

One day, a pale day

a southern breeze

breaks through the bonds of Winter

brushes up, slides up

upon the ice

and a crack like a thump is felt in the gut

a slow drip-drip of water

signals the end of this harsh season,

as icicles emit a hesitant stream,

and then the ice dam down in the brook

cracks with a louder sound

and the rush to Spring

is heralded with these natural sounds.

 

A blind movement

felt deep in the soil-

a careful stirring,

barely a rumble in the gut of the Earth

as birth beneath replaces death above

pushing through the Earth womb

to a pallid sun above-

the tyranny of Winter now broken.

 

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2011, 2012, from “White Cranes of Heaven”, published by Lulu.com, 2011

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One Response to ““Winter Into Spring”, a poem”

  1. TR Says:

    Hi Jane,
    I hope you and your animals are warm as spring tries to fully appear. I love this poem and it comes at such a time where even today it was really warm and now the sky is grey awaiting a thunderstorm.

    My favorite of your poems are about nature. In this poem, this is my favorite part “One day, a pale day a southern breeze breaks through the bonds of Winter brushes up, slides up upon the ice and a crack like a thump is felt in the gut”

    This is what it feels like to walk with snow still on the ground as spring is trying to emerge and claim its rightful place in the year. My desktop wallpaper is of someone running with a little bit of snow and ice on the ground with shades of green around the runner. The words fit beautifully.

    Hugs, TR

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