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Scheherazade in Blue Jeans
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An open letter to spring 
8th-Mar-2011 09:26 am
Please come to us.

Winter has been endless this year, snow piled high like Hoth, some days my every breath requiring medical intervention. I have shivered, I have huddled, I have struggled, I have slipped, I have slogged, I have been waiting for you.

I see you out of the corner of my eye, spring; peripheral spring in snowmelt, in the crocuses I got at the last staff meeting, in the ability to walk down the sidewalk. I have put away my snowboots.

I have new shoes for you, spring. I have little soft purple leather flats with buckles. I have a new skirt, red silk with foxes on it. I have featherlight lace shawls, I have feathers, I have bells, I have jewels that I have not worn for months because they're too cold on my skin in winter. I will dance you down with gauzy coin belts and glitter, I will run barefoot, I will bare my arms and legs for you, I will sing down the sun.

Come to us, spring; I will woo you, I will love you.
8th-Mar-2011 02:27 pm (UTC)
This was beautiful. Thank you.

(Edit: you might like this relevant poem of mine.)

Edited at 2011-03-08 02:28 pm (UTC)
8th-Mar-2011 02:58 pm (UTC)
I have a funny feeling that Winter will end when Winter will end (i.e. equinox).
8th-Mar-2011 03:02 pm (UTC)
I am, as ever, impatient!
8th-Mar-2011 03:03 pm (UTC)
Spring lies between the state of wakefulness and sleep, in the land of Morpheus opening her eyes only when she is called to by us.

Yet when we let the feelings of Winter's darkness, cold, and isolation wash over, she once again falls into Dream awaiting our cries; our need; our empowered will to shake off the dirtied white mantle of the frozen wasteland to welcome her vitality, fertility, and green lushness that will once again rule this hemisphere until the Autumnal dance.

So if we are truly ready for Spring's return, not only must we cry out for her but we must rebuke Winter and send it to its own slumber - for the two may not live in consort; only may they dance for a short time as they switch roles.
8th-Mar-2011 03:30 pm (UTC)
Check out today's post by your fellow Bostonian:


It echoes your plaint AND provides firm evidence that spring IS arriving.
8th-Mar-2011 04:05 pm (UTC)
This is lovely.
8th-Mar-2011 04:12 pm (UTC)
Yes. Yes this a thousand times.
8th-Mar-2011 04:51 pm (UTC)
I had a talk with Spring yesterday. As is so often the case, she won't explain her absence for the last couple of days. She insists she loves me even though she never acts like it.
She promises she'll show up by my birthday.

I don't know if I believe her anymore.
8th-Mar-2011 04:55 pm (UTC)
I saw a trio of robins this morning. Their red breasts shining in the sun as they perched in a tree still covered in sparking ice was one of the loveliest things I've seen in a very long time.

Spring may still be sleeping, but her eyes are fluttering and her dreams are leaking into winter's waking life.
8th-Mar-2011 05:07 pm (UTC)
How could any season resist you? But winter is jealous and might just write you a letter of his own, in words of ice. But I hope you gives you up with good grace, conceding victory to the crocuses!
8th-Mar-2011 05:09 pm (UTC)
Oh, it's autumn that I have the true love affair with! But winter and I have a special antipathy for each other. I have been tattooed with needles of ice for months, striking down to the bone, and I have held up under torture. It is time for it to end.
8th-Mar-2011 05:31 pm (UTC)

That is beautiful

8th-Mar-2011 06:04 pm (UTC)
Love this.
9th-Mar-2011 12:23 am (UTC)
haru yo koi
hayaku koi
aruki hajimeta
Mii-chan ga
akai hanao no
onmo e detai
to matteiru

(Spring, o come
O quickly come
having started walking
Mii-chan is
red flowered
shoes-wearing and
"Owside wanna go!"

(My gloss of a Japanese song my mother used to sing to me, on rainy California winter afternoons.)
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