Wishing for Spring’s Victory

NaPoWriMo 4 April: “Today, we’d like to challenge you to craft your own short poem that involves a weather phenomenon and some aspect of the season. Try using rhyme and keeping your lines of roughly even length.”

It’s a bit tricky, today, trying to write on trains… Getting a bit rail-sick (or whatever the equivalent of seasickness is…). I’ll try to read as many poems as possible, but might not get too far…

Wishing for Spring’s Victory

Bummer forecast blunder mistakes
sun for rain’s claim on the day.
Mist paints the train’s panes. I say,
“Bonjour, Soleil—are you game
to shine? You don’t look so hot…”

Clouds inflate with snowflakes
teetering on tiptoe, waiting for the slate
sky-floor to open so they can fray
their way through the gray
to warm, wet tongues.

Buried leaves in pond muck
want to scurry, but remain stuck
in their iced winter retreats under ducks
quacking off-key, ever dumbstruck
that monotone winter requires tuning.

But for the forsythia’s stars shooting
gold light through the bleak, this spring
defies all pleas to bring green
ascension to stem and tree—fling
color galore, and be my chromatic victor.