March Snow
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.
-- 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.
-- Linda Pastan
36 comments:
The author has some issues about fidelity and seasonal changes ;o) Loved this lovely poem. I could feel myself looking out the window onto the snowy ground where Spring was trying to break through.
Thanks for the culture this morning. Happy Tuesday! :o)
Yes, back home in India, poets often compare people's changing attitude to changing seasons.
Morning BB,
March has laughed in our faces lately. The weekend was RAW and wet and today is the only sunny kind of warm day we have for the week.
Hugs Madi and Mom
Ah, "the arms of winter." Do they ever willingly let go?
There's something about that 'March Snow' that seems familiar!! ;)
xo Catherine
Winter has definitely been a stalker that won't give up or go away. Great poem. :)
I feel that way too
Oh I love this! Ok, not the fact that we are still stuck in winter cold, but I really like your comparison to an unfaithful love. So true! We had warm weather, even grass was visible, and now this. Oh Spring, where are you???
Hoping the warm winds of Summer come Quickly for you!!
hughugs
What powerful words.
Sure hope y'all warm up soon, Betty!
You may teach me to enjoy poetry yet, BB. I loved the last four lines of this one. So true.
I woke up to a second March snow with flowers out around the yard blooming. Someone else was blaming seasonal change for their blahs today.
Very pretty, but made my whiskers shiver!
Ah, perfect! I do so enjoy Linda Pastan. Thank you!
That's beautiful but March snow really just makes me really, really angry.
I'm a huge Linda Pastan fan. Thanks for sharing this, and maybe it will help me hate March snow just a little less. :)
xo Gigi
Great poem, Betty. March is a bit of a tease sometimes, promising spring but delivering the last few smatterings of winter. :D
Days remaining.
2 days and 3 hours and 29 minutes
as of 1:31 today. LOL No I'm not counting the minutes.......
C
Powerful. As for the pic.. BRR..
Bossy Betty, you ROCK!! I am sitting here with goosebumps looking at all your fabulous photography!! Your header is divine, and I do love dandelions! The cat's eye is stunning, you even make an ordinary orange into a work of art! I happened to see you on Judy's comment form, don't think I've ever seen you around before. Hope you have a blessed week and keep up the fabulous posting!
Naughty March wrapped up in Winter's arms!!!! :-)
You share the bestest poems BB!! Thank you! take care
x
Well and ain't THAT the truth?!
Love this.
Pearl
I can so relate to this poem. I've been betrayed by March on several occasions.
Perfect March poem. Full of broken promises. Why is it in the 20s each night when March is supposed to go in like a lion and out like a lamb? Where's the lambish weather?!
You always find the saddest poems.
What a perfect poem to sum up how I feel about March. Hopefully warm weather will get here soon!
What a perfectly stated poem of the truth.
Oh... I like it!
This made me feel angry at March!
It's perfectly depressing!!! Try living here...where we DID get some March snow...after a whole month of NO SNOW. UGH. Going back under my blankie now.
I think I might prefer the
arms of winter to the hot
breath of summer.
Mixing it up with a poem,
The seeds you plant you'll sow 'em,
Snow in March -- a sneak attack,
Good for nobody, especially my back.
Can't compete with the art you posted,
My poetry deserves to be roasted.
So now I am certainly ready,
To say "Please, more Betty!"
OK, Shakespeare it ain't.... enjoyed the poem you posted though!
I'd be crestfallen in this snow. I like the heat:) Snow, please go away.
So beautiful, I like the image this paints.
March has decided that not only would she come in like a lion but she is going out the same way for our area.
Loved this poem, every word sprang to life.
Well written and so true!!
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