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Come, Spring
When by the winter cold we’re most oppressed,
mere thoughts of spring’s arrival make us smile.
We dream of earth in vivid colors dressed,
blue skies, sunshine, birds trilling tunes with style,
and all that lives fulfilling with pure zest
the springtime roles, with winter in exile.
Though winter plays its part in nature’s cast,
we’re joyous when it’s hurled its last cold blast.
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Janice Canerdy is a retired high-school English teacher from Potts Camp, Mississippi. Her poems have appeared in numerous publications: anthologies by Quill Books, Mississippi Poetry Society, the National Federation of State Poetry Societies, journals and magazines: Westward Quarterly, Lyric, Lighten Up Online, Saturday Evening Post, and more. She has had two books published: Expressions of Faith (Christian Faith Publishing, 2016, out of print) and From Serious to Slapstick~~Poems Like Life (Mississippi Poetry Society, Inc., 2024). She is an active member of the Mississippi Poetry Society, Inc.
A nicely compact nature poem. I enjoyed all the theatre and performance imagery that consolidated the verse.
Thanks for the read, Janice.
Thank you so much for your very positive response to my poem, Paul!
Vivid images neatly compressed and rhymed. A heartening poem in the depths of winter.
Roy, I truly appreciate your complimentary response to my poem.
Spring can’t come soon enough up here, but I have always wondered what winter is like in the Deep South. More of a hiatus from oppressive heat perhaps?
Thank you for responding to my poem, C.B. Our weather is rather erratic at
times. Winter temps may soar from 25 to 65~~in the same day. I must say we have had a wonderful autumn.
A beautiful thought so beautifully expressed. Thank you, Janice!
Thank you so much, Shamik!
Congratulations, my friend! Your poem is lovely!