Spring Comes but still......

Winds of March come with their reputation
of claiming happy kites without remorse,
as your memory tosses about my thoughts,
fettering all progress for me to stay my course.

So soft, delicate pink plum blossoms
float and flutter to ground like silken rain,
so too the bittersweet recollections
that make me smile while staving off the pain.

Spring comes with life renewing giving hope
after a winter’s long and caustic chill
but for me the icy frost still threatens
to encapsulate my heart

And glaze over new sweet buds forming
arresting what might have been new blooms,
frosting even the clear glass window panes
that now keep hope of spring from my view.

Copyright2011spb

erik99
Another informal arrangement, with two 4-line rhymed stanzas followed by two 3-line unrhymed ones. The move between seasonal images to emotional ones is sensitively handled.

robyn selters
bitter-sweet and candid piece rent by conflicting emotions that reach out and move

Fay Slimm
Remorseless the pain of hurt glazes over the buds of fresh spring like a plague - - a descriptive and delicate verse outlining the challenge of letting go. Excellent piece Susan.