It Will Come
The wind bites my face. I shuffle on, glancing up when the weather allows. A blanket of white is drowning the land. The calendar is playing tricks, mocking us with one blizzard after another while my Facebook shows me reminders of the flowers I saw on this day in the past. I know, I need a little self-control and wait it out. The lush plant life will return, recreating the landscape around me. A strong gust makes me duck my head again. I am not sure if I will preserver.
The world born again
Endurance over winter
Bloom to emerald
This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. The key words today were “Patience” and “Green”. Following her suggestion, I didn’t use the words, I used only synonyms.
We are having our third Nor’easter in two weeks. This one will be the biggest, with well over a foot for snow. The weather forecast shows some of the coldest weather of the year coming later this week and another snow storm next week. Every day for the last week there have been pictures coming up on Facebook reminding me that by this time every other year we’ve had flowers. I want winter to be over!