Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
end of Mars
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
End of Mars
The wind that blew through
the open window
was not sweet spring air.
Hard eyed and frosty, killing
sparrows in their nest; sheep
are overcome by snow
and breakfast is cold on my plate.
It wasn’t going to promise a thaw
or an eternal spring for all.
So shiver, this is reality,
no easy ride to a summer fair.
The wind that blew through
the open window
was not sweet spring air.
Hard eyed and frosty, killing
sparrows in their nest; sheep
are overcome by snow
and breakfast is cold on my plate.
It wasn’t going to promise a thaw
or an eternal spring for all.
So shiver, this is reality,
no easy ride to a summer fair.
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