I watch the pouring snows/ The last of winter’s throes . . . 03/12/2018
First the stillness
portending
the silence
descending.
The last of winter this way comes.
The first flakes
wending,
waxing larger,
distending.
She surges, clings, suppresses, numbs.
As we endure,
transcending,
her spirit
commending,
Spring, over throes, a requiem hums.
lit bits and pieces 
I really love the rhythm of this poem. All those -ing words really roll as I read. I also love that you were brave enough to title this “last blast.” We had snow again yesterday. Truthfully, even in March, it is beautiful from inside my house. I’d like to think it was our last blast, but I know I won’t be that lucky. The forsythia hasn’t bloomed here yet. I truly love the beauty of snow, but I’m ready for a little spring.
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Thank you, Cathy. I love snow, but winter has seemed longer than usual; spring’s next week but of course that doesn’t rule out another snowfall. The biggest snow of my childhood was in the middle of April. Here’s to grace for your forsythia!
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Such beauty here! I love your word choice= it is just lovely!
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Thank you so much, Kathleen; I am glad you think so. 🙂
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The placement and words evoke the gentle sweep.
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So glad you felt that – thank you!
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I love the subtle juxtaposition of “the last of winter” and “the first flakes.” Oh PLEASE let this be the end of it!
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Thank you and yes, PLEASE!
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Single word lines are perfect for this poem. I hope your title is true. Thankfully, we have not had such a terrible winter. Love those photos!
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Thank you – and there were tiny flurries here today, but I hope winter has finally blown herself out. Even though I love snow. Mostly.
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Lovely, Fran! I like the form you crafted. Your last line is splendid: ” Spring, over throes, a requiem hums.”
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That last line was THE HARDEST. Didn’t know that it would ever come. Hammered and hammered it … so thank you, Alice!
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Your poem captures a sense of serenity and transformation. Thank you.
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Thanks so much for reading and letting me know how the poem spoke to you!
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So pretty and your words capture the mood and tone of the shift. I’ll be emailing you in a minute! 🙂
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Thank you, Betsy. I so appreciate your thoughts.
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Beautiful poem, beautiful pictures.
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Word Choice–Wow! Will I ever get to that? Thank you for your inspiration!
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Fran,
This is a lovely poem, beautiful words, photos, and a hopeful wish. But Like Cathy, I am waiting for the tale tell sign, the yellow of the forsythia.
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Thank you, Deb … forsythia’s blooming here and there’s a snowflake on my weather app for next Wednesday… :O
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