Spring reminds one of,
Discarded leaves,
Rotting hats and
Banished coats.
Spring reminds one of,
Warm antifreeze,
Ice scrapers, crystalized breath,
Extinguished fires, flowering log piles.
Spring reminds one of,
Closed windows burst open,
Locked doors sprung free,
The re-emergence of a long buried bee.
Spring reminds one of
Brothy stews no longer used,
Hearty meals overturned by fruit that peels,
The slipping skid of frost spun wheels.
Spring reminds one of
wind whipped trudgery,
black dawning’s,
grave quiet evenings,
spent in mourning.
Spring reminds one of,
Spindly limbs shivering in cold,
Electric heaters, furnacing those
Grown old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like how even though the title is Spring what's written about is all the things of Winter that are now passing away. A different perspective on the usual poems about Spring. Very nicely done!