Hints of Spring

Winter

When I can’t get off my butt, there’s nothing like a kick to do the trick.

I’m beginning to value pain. To reinforce that value I think of it as the whispering of angels calling me to pay attention. Of course, I could just as well think of it as a kick in the butt, but this is supposed to be a poem, and there is more to reality than meets the eye.

This is also supposed to be about spring, but all I hear about is winter. So. More snow? Or is it time for winter to get off its butt and go?

PAST WINTRY PAIN
COMES SPRING-BOLD RAIN
WE START AGAIN

Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge and to dVerse Haibun Monday.  Merril is hosting with the theme of March Madness.

Snowy Somewhere

Not Winter
Not Winter, More Like May

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

57 thoughts on “Hints of Spring”

      1. Yes, Frank, when there’s nothing I can do about the pain, feeling miserable and complaining won’t do any good, It only makes things worse. I appreciate the way you see pain and count the blessings when you get a break!

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  1. I love any poem that uses the word butt twice. Also enjoyed your sarcasm, as you played with the words. Is your pain from arthritis like many of us?

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  2. Frank you bring up a good point. For a society that is phobic about pain — take a pill! take a pill! — pain is, as you call it, “the whispering of angels… to pay attention.” I love the last line of your haiku, “we start again” which can refer to spring or to our footsteps after the pain.

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