April, Fooled

Had he called in summer,
she might have warmed at first
to the sound of his voice,
but would have accurately anticipated the after burn.

In fall,
she would have landed
both feet on the ground,
strong as an oak whose leaves have long vacated the premises.

In winter,
her heart deep in hibernation
resolve solid as ice,
she would have pulled her layers around her and dreamed on.

But here’s the thing:
he called in spring.


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8 Responses to April, Fooled

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    Shared over at Open Link Monday at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:

  2. Marian says:

    yeah, love it and that final simple rhyme is just perfect.

  3. Oh my my… He called in Spring.

    I love the idea behind this poem, and the build up to those final lines was so good.

  4. Laurie Kolp says:

    That ending is amazing, De… really, I love this!


  5. Heaven says:

    I like the seasonal images…very creative take on spring. Thanks for sharing this at Real Toads ~


  6. coalblack says:

    uh huh. don’t they always!

  7. Corey Rowley says:

    And thank heaven for that. The way you worded those opening lines was great, the power and finesse to call in the seasons…..and now batting clean-up…great write

  8. Your confidence makes me nervous. (!) I know. I don’t get it either.

    This was a perfect pirouette of a poem. NVS again, Mosk 🙂

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