Poets Corner: Lost “” One Spring


Lost – One Spring

By Barbara Peckham

Where could it be?

I know last Wednesday

Was supposed to be the

First day of spring, but

Uninvited, in its place, came

Rain and stinging sleet,

Snow, and a bitter,

Gusty north wind gale.

The tiny new crocuses

Huddle for warmth

In little purple clumps.

Half-frozen, the daffodils

Hang their golden

Trumpet heads in misery!

Forsythia, barely yellow,

Shivers in the whipping wind.

The green-black harbor sea

Is thick with choppy waves

And whitecaps, slapping

Up against the piers and pilings.

Rain pelts the water, and

The few boats left at dock

Rock up and down, back

And forth, like fairway rides.

So then, where IS spring —

That gentle in-between season

For which we wait so long?

Could it be just an illusion?

Will we be watching and

Waiting and then, surprise!

Wake up one day to find

That summer’s come?

Barbara Peckham has lived on Martha’s Vineyard since 2001. A retired teacher, in 2011 she published a book of poetry, “A Jar of Summer.”