Winter blows the blue flames out.
Those living will move on.
Memories are all about.
Some graying dreams are gone.
The Sun may burn but we are cold.
With Spring we hesitate.
Perhaps in time we may feel bold.
Now we rest and wait.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille Monday with theme word “burn”. Victoria C. Slotto is hosting.
Photos: “Fruit Waiting”, above, and “Waiting for Spring”, below.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
The arrival of spring seems to silted this year, especially in the UK. Your poem sums it up perfectly.
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Thank you, Carol! It looks like Spring is here, but we had snow last week.
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That hesitation in spring is something reminding me of Swedish poet Karin Boye…
Yes of course it hurts when buds are breaking.
Why else would the springtime falter?….
http://www.karinboye.se/verk/dikter/dikter-mcduff/of-course-it-hurts.shtml
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Changes don’t come all at once. Thank you, Bjorn!
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Awaiting resurrection
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Yes, that is what it is waiting for. Thank you, Victoria!
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❤️
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So perfect for this elusive time of year when one day it’s spring, the next, winter or something in-between. Today it’s cold here, where it’s usually warm. But we just accept what we have, heh?
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It is rather warm and sunny now, but last week there was a beautiful warm snow. Thank you, Victoria!
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I used the sun burning in my quadrille to, but mine was more apocalyptic. I like how you set it up so that two realities can simultaneously exist and be felt. And yes, we do have to wait to feel the sun’s heat, no matter the season.
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The transition from Winter to Spring keeps them both simultaneously acting for a while. Thank you, Amaya!
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“Now we rest and wait.” That sums up winter for me….a time for cocooning and waiting for spring to return. 🙂
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The trees are sort of in a cocoon around here. Thank you, Lillian!
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Yes we wait. .. and wait. ..and wait, patiently.
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I often associate patience with love. Thank you, Vivian!
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I do too… you’re welcome!
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I love the tension created in the space where we wait…the transition point. Nice photo too.
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I liked the round shapes of that fruit. Waiting suggests tension. A lot of activity is going on even though nothing is changing. Thank you, Paul!
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Your poem would make a great song, Frank. I especially like:
‘Winter blows the blue flames out’.
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I am glad it sounded like a song. Thank you, Kim!
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I like this hesitant spring. But you also made me think of the way winter traditionally takes the old and weak, blows out their flames.
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The poem was originally about removing the weak, especially the weak annuals still in their pots from last year. Thank you, Sarah!
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‘rest and wait’ perfect description of winter
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It can be peaceful is we aren’t impatient. Thank you, Candy!
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Our final moments in this seasonal chrysalsi! Well-wrote, Frank!
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Thank you, Frank!
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Sunny Spring waits for the end of old man Winter. Those berries remind me of the ones outside my window. The birds eat them after they have fermented and get loaded, then unload on my car
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I suspect they are fermented by now. I hadn’t thought of the problem with birds. Thank you, Walter!
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Sure, any time lol
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“Memories are all about.
Some graying dreams are gone.”
Personal favorite. It speaks winter vividly… from what I remember of it.
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Being in Florida has its benefits, but seeing a warm snow clinging to the trees is beautiful. Thank you, Charley!
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We have Google, Frank! 🙂 I have a drawer full of ice and snow poems. I’m a former Minnesotan.
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A bit of a spring weather is coming but not for long. Winter cold is upon us again. We rest and wait.
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We had snow last week, but today it is 50 degrees Fahrenheit. I suspect there is more cold to come. Thank you, Grace!
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A nice illustration of the quiet, reflective time before a change.
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It is good to pause for reflection. Thank you!
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Lovely imagery and contrasts in this piece.
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Thank you, Maria!
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Wonderful description of seasons transitioning!
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Thank you, Mary!
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Those living move on …the rest die or hibernate!! Spring is a waiting game for gardeners wanting to plant their tomatoes!
dwight
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Yes, the living move on. Thank you, Dwight!
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Emboldenow Burning
Green Back Yard
Meadow
Azaleas
follow
Dog Wood Blooms
Fall Leaves Swept away
Winter passes distant Memory
FooD MoReNoW FoR Tree oF LiFE..:)
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It looks like winter is over here as well. Thank you, Fred!
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Welcome Frank..
Back from
The Beach
A little red here..;)
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I love the tension created in the space where we wait. Your words are unforgettable, Frank!💞
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Good point about tension while we wait. Thank you, Sanaa!
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Perfect for this time of year–waiting for spring to be reborn.
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It is almost here. Thank you, Merril!
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The sun may burn but we are cold; I love it
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I am glad you enjoyed this!
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“Winter blows the blue flames out” — I like that a lot!
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That was a special line for me. Thank you!
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Often it feels like “waiting.” Perhaps that is what winter is…a time of waiting?
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We need periods to wait and hours to sleep. Good point about winter. Thank you, Annell!
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It must be so confusing to be a plant in climates where the onset of spring is fickle. I know the flowers in Oregon are a bit unsure of whether to bloom or wait.
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It seems a little too warm here as well. Thank you, Linda!
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So true that every successful comeback is all about timing – “Now we rest and wait.”
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It is about timing, a kind of dance. Thank you, Misky!
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We are all waiting…with bated breath, we have snow and tomorrow it is St David’s Day and should be the start of spring, the crocus are only just tentatively holding their petals to the sun. XXXX
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Spring is almost here as well. The walks I take require only a light jacket. Thank you, Alison!
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“Those living will move on.” There’s something so poignant and haunting about that line. The melancholic tone of the first stanza resonates with my own mood in these days of waiting for spring to poke its head around the corner.
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It does assume there are those who did not make it. When thinking about the poem I was looking at an annual that was in a pot on our patio left over the winter. It leaves seeds which will grow if I don’t put something in the pot, but it did not move on. Thank you, Kern! I am glad you liked that. I thought it haunting as well.
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Enjoyed the visual delight of those berries, Frank. I’m surprised your trees still have dried edibles attached. Our winters are too severe and make all flora totally barren.
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I don’t know why those berries are still there. I assume the birds and other animals eat them, but it is a mystery for me as well. Thank you, Olga!
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Your word usage in this poem is really excellent, Frank.
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I am glad you liked this, Robbie! Thank you!
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Life Springs Eternally
Fall Breaks Repetition
Cool
Winters Cold
Summer Eyes..:)
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The Fall allows for a new Springing. Thank you, Fred!
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Reblogged this on Random Repeat.
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