Winter into Spring
Landscape washed in cold cold water
three days past spring. Trees stripped of leaves,
of names, are still gray. Scentless, stiff
daffodils brave the northeast wind.
Magnolia petals scatter.
Clusters of purple deadnettle
sprout over grass and glass alike.
Beside them dandelions blaze.
Copyright 2023 by Marianne Szlyk
Marianne Szlyk lives in Rockville, MD and is a professor at Montgomery College. This poem springs from her walks to the Rockville Metro Station. Her poems have also appeared in of/with, Bourgeon, Mad Swirl, Spectrum, Beltway Poetry Quarterly, and two of Pure Slush’s anthologies (“25 Miles from Here” and “Home”). Her most recent chapbook is Why We Never Visited the Elms. It is available on Amazon with her other books.
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I like the way you described the dour scene and then the powerful dandelions blaze.
Such hope there. Thank you Marianne.
Thank you so much, Mary Jo. I’m glad that your comment made it up there. 🙂