Contrary

Bitterness encroaches on this march of lighter nights,

Thaw of spring still harden’d, frost-frozen without white,

Warmer days elusive, no swallows yet in sight,

Tip to toes still tingling, hibernate without a fight.

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11 thoughts on “Contrary”

  1. Aww momus…you missing Spring 🙂 She’ll be here soon enough, then you can get your bikini out and lay around in the sunshine for weeks on end, writing on your laptop while the hordes jump to your needs 🙂
    Um, you do have adoring hordes, don’t you? Lots of family? Maybe an adoring husband…or 2 😀

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    1. ‘One at a time’s good fishing’ in the husband stakes! I haven’t counted the hordes in a while but I know the clan’s in the multiples of tens. If they do all descend come Spring it’ll be me doing the running one way or another. But yes, I’m becoming desperate for warmer weather. Nearly froze the toes off myself today, underdressing for the weather! Frock’s back in the wardrobe. :/

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      1. Ok, I won’t mention my lovely warm weather 28 C (83 F) or the almost naked males parading around all tanned and flexing muscles all over the place 😀
        That’s right, I was going to tease you with a couple of shots of this lovely warmth, wasn’t I?
        I’ll see what I can do before the day is out 🙂

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  2. Your warmth will arrive and then I shall write of cold and grey and rain and hail and ..bloody awful weather…but we have Autumn next, days of coloured leaves, brisk mornings and nights and reasonably pleasant days.

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    1. Autumn’s lovely too. I can do Autumn. It’s blowing a gale here and has been at it on and off for days. Right up yer kilt! Took me all of thirty seconds to get blown home. Just hope it’s in my favour on the way back or I’ll be heading your way. 🙂

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    1. You’re right, Paul. I’m becoming a wimp. I keep forgetting there’s folk with 7 feet of snow to contend with. You’d have my to bury with that. Need to remember, ‘Ne’er cast a cloot till May’s oot’. Back to the thermal drawers! 😉

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  3. It is a sort of melancholic feeling… seasonal cycles entrain loss I guess because they remind us that Time goes by… and that life itself might be elusive at times.
    I love this poem! Thank you & best wishes, Aquileana 😀

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