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Spring Diva
Janet Martin

Ontario spring is a moody, blue thing
Rain-drop and snowflake and gray monotone
Laughing and weeping, we smile then we groan,
Wondering when she will finally stay
Ontario spring is a frolicsome fling
Of violet purple and daffodil gold
Sassy-sweet zephyrs cajole and unfold
Blossom from bud-let in sun-beam sashay
Ontario spring is both beggar and king
Wheedling though tresses, distressed, mute and brown
Inauguration to green-gilded crown
Vexing, perplexing and playing her game
Ontario spring, vivacious vixen
Teasing and pleasing until one day
Her last moody pleasure has drifted away
And we do not think by what measure she came

© by Janet Martin.
Used with the author’s permission.


Janet Martin lives in rural Southern Ontario, close to Kitchener-Waterloo. A stay-at-home mom of four, she loves to cook, bake, garden, bird-watch, and read and write poetry. Says Janet, “I have loved poetry for as long as I can remember and began writing when I was eight. My inspiration is found largely in faith, family and nature.”

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I was going to list my favorite lines, but as I read back through them I realized there were so many that it just makes more sense to say that I really enjoyed experiencing and re-reading your poem. Russ
Posted 05/14/2013 10:36 PM
If you don't like the weather, wait five minutes. I like the way this poem echoes that sentiment.
Posted 05/14/2013 06:22 PM
"And we do not think by what measure she came" as we only recognize the passion growing within us. Thank you. It is lovely.
Posted 05/14/2013 05:45 PM
She is still feeling cantankerous here; yesterday morning we woke up to white fields, but they are predicting more pleasant temps in a few days. Yes, she has been exceptionally trying this year!
Posted 05/14/2013 11:40 AM
Enjoyed reading this poem...The feelings of the late Spring stretch far beyond Ontario, so can identify.
Posted 05/14/2013 06:33 AM
"spring is a moody, blue thing' "both beggar and king" Such truth. We have had a very trying spring in southern Wisconsin. But today we are turning toward the days when "we do not think by what measure she came". Fresh veggies can't be too far behind.
Posted 05/14/2013 05:49 AM

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