(Today we welcome back poet R. Gerry Fabian, with three works running today through Wednesday)
The sunlight comes through
the bedroom windows
at different angles lately.
In the back of the brown yard,
snowdrops show white flowers
while the wood pile is barely hanging on.
Up against the weathered barn
rest various sets of skis
that haven’t been used in weeks.
Somewhere in the house,
a woman’s voice is humming a song
about flowers and young lovers.
Spring’s a long time coming
around here.
R. Gerry Fabian
(Image by DWB)
Saragun Springs 
the rich imagery is easy to visualize. Thank you for the verse.
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superb poem that captures the whole essence of what it is saying in few words. Lovely – dd
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R. Gerry
You beautifully caught that one moment (usually in February) when Winter has officially over stayed its welcome.
Leila
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RGF
The passing, or turning, of the seasons, which is not quite the same thing (separate but related), is one of the essential things poetry was literally invented for. You do it beautifully here, with a sparse but full clarity that gives all the details, like the woman’s voice humming the song.
Dale
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Pleasant images of winter and the dwindling away of the wood pile. Says a lot with a few words. Beautiful image of the woman in the house humming about young lovers.
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