Long awaited spring
Certainly took its time
Before granting us its presence
Nicely warming our bones
Frozen by winter
A welcome visitor
Charming in its mild manners
Only to promptly exit
Without saying goodbye
Leaving us to wither
In summer-like heat
Will spring return?
Offer its apologies
Admit to leaving too soon
Certainly this desired guest will not
Remain AWOL the season long
W3 Prompt #157: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Di, prompts us to write a 16 line free-verse poem on the theme of seasonal change. “The first word of line one must also be the final word of line sixteen.”
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Very well written
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Thank you, Sadje!😊
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You’re welcome ☺️
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Same here. We are finally coming out of it for real- and then they go and put a possible snow in the forecast? I should think not! Nicely done.
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Thank you, Violet! 😊
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I feel this poem really captures the fleeting nature of spring. The circular ending is a nice touch. Well done, Jenn!
~David
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Thank you, David! 😊
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🤗
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Beautiful, and a little sad; spring’s quick demise.
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Thank you, Jude! 😊
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Such beautifully woven lines—spring really does have the manners of a charming guest who vanishes right after dessert!
Loved the warmth, the wit, and the poetic honesty in every word.
Philo
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Thank you, Philo! 😊
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Welcome, my friend.
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Spring and Autumn are my favorite seasons, and they never last long enough.
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Yes, both seasons pulled in the tug-of-war between summer and winter.
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I didn’t expect to laugh, but this one got me. I might even confess to a giggle. I like the way it treats spring not as a grand poetic force but as a fickle guest — charming, tardy, and ultimately unreliable. The poem reads like someone talking to the Weather while standing in too-warm boots, coat in hand, baffled: “I thought we were going somewhere crisply adventurous, and now you’re saying, no, no, summer frock and sandals time”. No airs, no overwriting — just the truth wrapped in a shrug and a raised eyebrow. That last line? Felt like it was aimed at weather forecasters and the universe. All of whom have AWOL tendencies.
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Thank you! So glad you found it amusing. 😊
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Jennifer I love the personification of Spring – she is a rude visitor! As you point out she’s changeable and unpredictable and often ignores the niceties that politeness demands…
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Haha!😁 Thank you, Val!
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hi, Jenn 😄
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Suzanne Brace, is now live:
Enjoy❣️
Much love,
David
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Love the stunning graphic and content. Good work.
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Thank you, Gerry! 😊
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