Thank you to Su for hosting The Changing Seasons, where hope springs eternal in a vacillating world.
March in the mountains is an ambivalent affair,
running hot and then cold.
When the arrival of Spring still seems up in the air,
which can feel hot and then cold.
When Mother Nature cannot admit
that hot can reprieve the cold.
When parched ground cannot commit
to crack hot or to drink cold.
When the landscape seems of two minds,
with scenes of hot and of cold.
When tentative growth is inclined
toward land neither too hot nor too cold.
When an impartial sun leaves snow twixt and tween
unsure if it’s hot or it’s cold.
When the waffling, wavering wind cannot wean
the hot air from the cold.
When the season remains undetermined,
and winter refuses to leave,
hope becomes hotly debated
in a world of borderline cold.
But March is the time when hope in the hot
turns from irresolute
and slowly begins to take hold.
Thank you for visiting! And thanks again, Su!