Monday, 2 March 2015

Day 957: March Snow

The more I read of Linda Pastan's work the more I love it. Her language is so precise and exacting with so much emotion packed into so little a space. 

It's March and it's snowing. Yes, snowing.  I agree wholeheartedly with the sentiment in every line of this poem!

March Snow - Linda Pastan

There is something hopeful about March,
something benevolent about the light,

and yet wherever I look snow
has fallen or is about to fall, and the cold

is so unexpected, so harsh,
that even the spider lily blooming

on the windowsill seems no more
than another promise, soon to be broken.

It is like a lover who speaks
the passionate language of fidelity, but

when you look for him, there he is
in the arms of winter.

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