Lo it comes, soft and gentle as a dandelion seed on the wind,
Bringing with it promise,
Promise of things to come, things not yet seen,
The efflorescence premature, yet enticing,
As souls yearn for warmth, for comfort, for reprieve.
Time is awry; old father time has surely had a tipple,
How else can nature’s sundial be so askew,
The verdure maturing before its appointed hour,
As perennials raise their stately crowns.
Mankind is all asunder, pandemonium succeeding bewilderment,
Has mother earth misplaced her ephemeris?
Has the ground determined it is its own pedagogue?
Perchance a shift in space has wrought these harbingers of a new beginning.
Days pass into weeks and month end approaches,
Sweet joy prevails on sun-bathed cheeks,
And yet there lurks the unspoken fear,
The never-to-be said possibility that will be, will be.
Hence approaches the day of dread,
Can escape without foreboding be attained?
Or will history prove yet again that the seasons’ cycle is without decay?
What’s this? A tempest on the scope of our understanding,
Approaches nigh the truth to tell,
The grip of Jack returns to mock our premature blossoms,
To thwart the early hope that grows within us all,
Frosting lays like icing all around,
It’s claws digging deep to choke out any trace of germination,
Strangling the delicate stalks that have broken the fallow to dance the dance of life.
Who are we, as mere mortals, to consider that we can alter the seasons?
Our intellect falls sadly short, as we remain pawns in the chess game of nature,
Instead we resolve to endure, for brighter days lay ahead,
That much is sure, and surety is what we seek,
At least until the cosmos teaches us that we are slaves to its will yet again.
Mark Tulin from Palm Springs, California on March 14, 2018:
Love the metaphors and imagery in this poem.
Pete (author) from Ontario, Canada on April 01, 2012:
@ImKarn23 - you are right... nature can be scarily powerful at times. Thanks for taking time to read my poem.
@Michele Travis - appreciate your vote and comment.
Michele Travis from U.S.A. Ohio on April 01, 2012:
Lovely, and true poem and picture. How can you do both? wonderful hub. Voted up, and thanks for sharing.
Karen Silverman on April 01, 2012:
So very true - nothing is more powerful than nature - who's gonna argue with it? The lion and the lamb is absolutely beautiful - as was this poem!
Pete (author) from Ontario, Canada on March 31, 2012:
@B. Leekley - you're not too far from me in Southern Ontario, so you would certainly understand my reasons for writing the hub. Thanks for reading it!
@Sparklea - wow, could you be any more encouraging?? Thanks so much for your kind words. Lion and lamb... nice image of things to come one day.
@flashmakeit - sorry but I have to disagree with you - the hotter the better for this guy. Roll on summer! Thanks for reading my poem.
flashmakeit from usa on March 31, 2012:
Well written and creative poem about nature . Those few hot days was a shocking experience for March and now it is more pleasantly cooler for my taste.
Sparklea from Upstate New York on March 31, 2012:
LOVE LOVE LOVE THE PICTURE OF THE LION AND THE LAMB...You said it so beautifully. Voted up, awesome, beautiful and interesting. We had VERY warm weather here in New York State, but chilly and damp and rainy today. Love the statement about the grip of Jack...returns to mock our premature blossoms...GENIUS.
THANK YOU for a great hub. I want to pet the lamb and the lion! BLESSINGS, Sparklea :)
Brian Leekley from Bainbridge Island, Washington, USA on March 30, 2012:
Yeah, that happened here in Kalamazoo, Michigan this month -- March 2012. We had summer-like weather for much of the month and then chilly weather returned. I enjoyed the poem.