WinterSpring

By John I. Blair

I’ve lost patience with Winter;
I have no time for cold,
Damp, death, dissolution;
I count the days to Solstice.

As for Christmas,
After seven decades
Of tinseled joy and candles
It’s not enough.

I want a shortcut to resurrection –
Green sprouts surging up
Beneath the snow,
New leaves defying ice.

Life’s too short
For me to wait for Spring.

©2011 John I. Blair

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