The Wind in Spring

Grey day Barker House water

The Wind in Spring

My breezy love has turned so cold,                                                                                     Whistling, whining, over bold,                                                                                                Harking back to winter long,                                                                                                      Bitter, biting, cruelty’s song.                                                                                                          Why wear this aspect, oh, my heart?                                                                                              Did you not tell me spring could start?                                                                                         You wooed me with your gentleness,                                                                                          Now, harsh and barren your caress.                                                                                              Yet, would I treasure even this,                                                                                                         To win again your fickle kiss.


wind chimes copyFortunately or unfortunately, spring poems still seem to be singing in my head. This one popped in with a dramatic weather change. The day before yesterday, it was balmy, 76 degrees, and sunny. When yesterday dawned, we had dropped 35 degrees overnight, and 25 mile an hour wind gusts had created a chill and freeze warning! Today, it is 31 degrees.

Though there is no snow, my car windshield was covered with frost and I brought my plants inside. It was grey and gloomy at first, before the sun finally came out. The gusts have rustled the leaves and kept my wind chimes clanging a riotous warning of the frigid breezes.

crepe myrttle budsOn the other hand, in Syracuse, where we used to live, there was a snowstorm, temperatures in the teens, and there’s more snow coming. Actually, this does remind me of spring before we came to Edenton: erratic, unexpected outbursts of winter rearing it hoary head repeatedly, like the monster you thought defeated at the end a horror movie…coming back for encore attacks.

Lenten Rose flowers copyHere, most years, spring and fall are typically more placid and temperate.

The rivers that empty into the Albemarle Sound are usually a kind of safety net and are probably what are protecting us from what surely could be worse. The monster is just making a last gasp…well hopefully the last!

The buds on the Japanese Maple are leaves now. Solomon’s Seal is poking up and the Forget-me-not is flowering in the sleeping fairy garden. So spring is still progressing. The warmth will come again.

Peaceful blue sunset copy


Blow wind…blow the clouds away….        With a red sun at the end of day.

Come spring…come and stay…                     The daylight breaks and wants to play.


About joanneeddy

Writer living in North Carolina. Originally from upstate New York. I love my family, my community, and my friends, and embrace 'living deliberately' in the world, trying to make a difference. I have written an as yet unpublished book, The Call, an epic fantasy with historical fiction and folklore elements. My blog is for other writers, for those who love a good read, and for all who, like me, are looking to find and live their call.
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7 Responses to The Wind in Spring

  1. robjodiefilogomo says:

    Funny because that seems like our weather lately too—I’ve been calling it bipolar!! jodie

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  2. I like the erratic spring weather in a way. It makes the weather forecast fun to watch – almost like winter and summer are in a tug of war. We had frost this morning and it’s supposed to hit mid-eighties tomorrow. Weird. Then cool again for the weekend. The flowers aren’t stopping for anything 🙂

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  3. Bernadette says:

    A superb description of the fickleness of mother nature this time of the year.

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  4. I enjoyed the way you began your writing with your poetic lines…then gave more thoughts to ponder in your narrative…and then ended it again with poetry! Beautiful!

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  5. We have had Spring weather for a week now! yah


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