This is the thing from which comes spring fever, that thing that makes me long for warm sunshine on my forehead. It makes me cold to the bone. It still hides the life about to emerge as another season rolls around.
Starting to write itself is a little poem to enhance the image,
"Words plus image equal knowing"
My thoughts are unformed, sensory drifts of misty illusory impressions.
To plow through without absorbing the chill leaves out the essence of winter.
My memories come from long ago and far away, a skiff of stuff, my confession.
To grow up with long winters leaves one always wishing for next spring, a hint
of warmth, at least. But that means missing out on one of life's central lessons:
Thoughts of spring, ever elusive, crowd out the now, one's true enjoyment.
Copyright by Carol Gee
March10, 2010
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