Drink hot soup tomato red
this February night.
Burn a candle flame.
Winter blood still
bathes chilled joints.
Newborn microbes
dance unseen.
Wear wool to hug the skin,
Breathe to clear dry lungs.
We are defrosting,
departing from winter hibernation.
Spring barely has begun.
~
A message from 44º North, 76º West for dVerse Poet’s Pub. We are quadrilling “burn” tonight.
©2018 Ontheland
Ontheland 
Seems to be getting colder as spring comes! 😉 Brilliant poem
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Thank you. It does seem colder…or at least not much warmer 😉
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we’re in for the wild ride here in our great white north – along the lakes and in the hills – winter still has a strong hold, but we can at least enjoy a milder stretch – loved the particulars of this – starting with the hot soup tomato red –
this poem has the feeling of stacking kindling – each line placed to stave off the cold!
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Thank you. I like your analogy to stacking kindling. It is a good night for a fire (if you have a wood stove or fireplace).
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yes, some days, the damp is too much – but at least we’re slowly walking towards spring – I’ll skip on the wood stove though, stacked/built enough fires these past few years. LOL – cheers!
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Ah yes…..we are beginning to come out of hibernation! Well writ! Spring shall come!
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We do tend to hibernate in winter–a reflective time of year. And winter lingers. Or, in my experience this year, has finally made itself known. Crazy weather.
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Spring is more a state of mind than anything like warm. Bring on the tomato soup and wool socks for two more months!
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There is humming underneath it all…I can feel it…(K)
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Spring will sprung, that’s a good recipe. I need to cook some up today
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Winter blood bathing cold joints…. This is especially true as the cold fronts slide on through.
Dwight
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The spring seems far away… but there is a new light already
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Oh it’s here…revving up…I love the brighter yellow feel when the sun is out.
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Yours is the first recipe poem I’ve seen in a while, Janice. These lines are so effective:
‘Winter blood still
bathes chilled joints’
and
‘We are defrosting,
departing from winter hibernation’.
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Thank you Kim!
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Nice words…..and despite the fact it IS getting much colder, rather encouraging 🙂
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We’re above zero Celsius today 🙂 Below zero at night though.
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‘We are defrosting, departing from winter hibernation’.. that is such an apt description of one bidding farewell to the season. 🙂
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A slow and steady (with a few ups and downs) farewell to winter 🙂
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It seems, winter doesn’t want to go …not just yet.
a lovely write, Janice…getting ready for spring.
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Thank you…It’s an in between time 🙂
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Well-done, Janice. I made a pot of vegetable soup the other day while the cold rain was falling. I think we’re going to have a closer-to-spring day today.
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Thanks Merril…it actually feels warm today here at 7 degrees Celsius 🙂
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🙂
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I like how the change to spring is viewed as “We are defrosting”.
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Thanks Frank..I think perhaps we are defrosting in a way along with the earth
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Fabulous.. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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Great poem, all the things to come out of hibernation. I especially like the soup….perfect! It is spring one day and winter the next here!
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Thank you. Our emerging spring is up and down too. We’re a little sun and warmth now 🙂
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