False Spring

“False Spring”
By Joseph Hesch
The sun is hanging higher, longer
each day, and I am again craving
the warm light of love I feared
lost over the near-death of our winter.
Encouraged by the shining face she
showed me, I ventured into the field,
its winter-woven cover frayed to vapor,
the dry warp of autumn left behind.
Looking into her hazy brilliance,
I shivered in chill despair
and watched her once again run away
from arms that coveted her light and warmth.
Lowering my eyes, I dropped my gaze
to the ground and saw it land, freezing,
on the first thread of vernal weft–
its hope, as mine, stillborn by false spring.

3 thoughts on “False Spring

  1. aw man…we have had several days of false spring…hoping it is here to stay though…gorgeous out today…will soak some up for you, if you make a snow ball for me…smiles.

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