The (Almost) Changing Season

Thank you to Su for hosting The Changing Seasons,Β 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!

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30 thoughts on “The (Almost) Changing Season

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  1. As always – a superb poem. I’m always bowled over by your imagination and the pictures you manage to create with your words, perfectly matched by your wonderful abilities with a camera.
    The photo’s are stunning. OK you had a great subject but you’ve manged to convey the place perfectly, and I do really like the one of the cliff face seen through the trees- beautiful.
    Thank you so much for sharing – I’m really enjoying exploring your part of the world through your posts.

    1. Thank you, Stuart. I appreciate that. It is a beautifully schizophrenic world over here right now. We were teased by a brilliant Spring day last week and yesterday it snowed! lol. Mother Nature’s a fickle woman this time of the year!

    1. Thanks Ana! I appreciate that! My husband and I have been joking that Mother Nature can’t seem to make up her mind right now. lol. Maybe she enjoyed Winter as much as we did and doesn’t want to see it go! πŸ™‚

  2. Another brilliantly observed and crafted poem, Lindsay. I don’t know how you do it. You are so right, though, with the idea of the seasons being undetermined at this stage in the year – not knowing whether it’s spring or still winter. The other day I was walking around in a T-shirt because it was really warm and sunny, and today I’m back in my woolly jumper and coat because it’s freezing! But you put it so eloquently, as always, and I love your verse on the vacillations of the seasons. And your photos are as stunning as ever – I love the snow looking like a coastline on a map, and that lonely tree with one bunch of foliage. It was a pleasure to read your post, so thank you for setting my Monday morning off on a great track. I feel better already. πŸ™‚

    1. Right?!? It is that funny time of the year. We’d put our snow boots in the back of the closet and had to dig them out yesterday. Snow!! Crazy. Snow as the coastline… I like that. One of those observations that once you see it, you can’t see anything other than that. And I found that lonely tree charming, too. He’s trying!! Thank you as always for your visit. I say it a lot, but it’s even more special knowing how precious and limited your time is as the moment. I always appreciate you! Hope this week goes better than the last. Take care!

      1. Thanks Lindsay, and I say it a lot too, but your blog is one of the shining lights that keeps me going… This week can’t be much worse than the last, so fingers crossed… πŸ™‚

  3. I like the part about admit and then commit – it was at that point I was feeling the transition of the season and again enjoyed the photo essay closing – matched the words so well too – while leaving us room to make it our own

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