That weakening old man winter still clings,
a spectral presence on the river,
dispersing opaque drops that shiver
in the breath of a youthful spring breeze.
The burgeoning season sings,
a sonorous voice in shrubs and trees,
chuckling and sparkling on the water,
bubbling to a crescendo of simmering sunshine
reflected in a swathe of yellow celandine,
a gulp of returning swallows
charmed into flowers from a pallid sky.
Reflections of branches freshly unfurled,
twins from the depths of an otherworld,
waver in the misty looking glass
as if they are afraid to pass
from their cold world into this.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
Edgewood Garden, Washington State
Bastet tells us that she has been reading the 19th century classics and some of them had the most beautiful prose when describing scenery. She has given us an example from Charles Dickens’ Life and Adventures of Martin Chuzzlewit, as well as a photograph, to inspire us to write a brief story, in prose or poetry, about spring in exactly one hundred words. She says it needn’t be gushy, romantic or a lovely weather report, nor do we need to even mention spring, but one should be able to tell that we’re actually talking about spring.