We feel it coming
as daylight hours
grow and nights retreat.
It’s spring when ice jaws
crack to burst waters free.
It’s springtime when tree buds
swell, a lone songbird calls.
It’s springing time at last
when air is fair and
warm blood rejoices.
© 2017 Ontheland
In a quadrille for the dVerse Poets Pub quadrille event held every second Monday, I try to reflect my sense of the gradual process of spring in this Northern temperate location (Eastern Ontario, Canada). We are in a pre-spring time here, waiting for temperatures to stay above zero long enough for new growth to fully begin.
I also play with the name of this season, once known as ‘springing time’, then ‘springtime’ and now, most commonly as ‘spring’.
The photo, taken a few days ago, shows a creek not far from where I live.
I like the phrase “ice jaws/crack to burst waters free” and the rhyme in “air is fair”.
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Thank you Frank.
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Yes I love when it comes slowly… but especially the daylight is a delight
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Yes daylight increase is the one consistent joy of spring’s prolonged arrival
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I love the gradual movement of the fist three lines of your Quadrille, Janice, up to the sudden ‘ice jaws / crack to burst waters free’ – it’s not an easy thing to build a surprise into a short poem! I also love the phrase ‘springing time’.
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Thank you Kim…I like springing time too…you can see all the new life bursting and springing to life–the ultimate peak of spring.
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Sorry, Janice, my typing isn’t wonderful this morning – should read ‘first three lines’.
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Ah, “warm blood rejoices”…yes, that is spring!
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Springing time when warm blood rejoices! Beautiful concept. Great read!
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Thank you. The springing time is the best part of spring 🙂 🌷
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Spring is coming: and you describe that anticipation perfectly.
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Thank you 🙂
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Cracking ice jaws…cracking poem.
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Thanks Paul 🙂
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I am awaiting these signs of spring.
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Yes, sometimes the wait seems so long as the snow blows yet again but it’s so worth it 🌷
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I love your cracking ice jaws and fair air of Spring ☺
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Thank you 🙂
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So well described. I love this:
It’s spring when ice jaws
crack to burst waters free.
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Thanks Victoria. When I read your comment I thought of the expression: ‘get cracking’ (we still have a lot of ice and snow)
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Can’t wait for the season to finally crack the ice and break free ~
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For sure :)))
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Hello Janice! It’s a lovely poem full of great imagery. It definitely makes me think of spring arriving up north. 🙂
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Thanks Vashti. It’s actually above zero today 🙂
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