Spring is so darn fickle! On the Oregon Coast life is turning a brilliant green but the season teases with dodging sun and a damp chill. I'm eager — and not patiently it turns out — for floaty skirt and strappy sandal weather.
During a free-write session at last week's Writers Group, Linnea Harper (a mentor-volunteer with me) was spot-on with this poem about my (premature) leap into spring:
She wears a spring dress
in the April shower that feels like
sweatshirts and fuzzy boots.
Sometimes you just have to
strap it on, I say, take what’s at hand
and give it a new shape,
wrap yourself up in it
like a sari or a sheath—
hair and lipstick just so—
dressed to lure a clear day,
prepared to shame the rain.
I've written poems to/for/about others, but never had one written 'for' me. What a treat! It feels good to be on the receiving end of words (yet another reason I love Poem in Your Pocket Day, which was when Linnea happened to write this poem). Thanks Linnea!