we all have it in us
this dying for summer this
dawning in darkness
*
like buds at the tips
of february twigs we grow
and feel its stirring
*
springtime inside us
until a cold front snuffs out
our wake for the winter
*
a crocus-white chill
grabs us not from the grave but
its deep dark bed of earth
*
winter clasps us tight
anew and what we wished gone
we take it back again
*
like people waved goodbye
come back and kissed afresh our
winter wishes woke
*
we hug them to warm us
our needs and loves we never lose
we have them all in us
*
Omm
Yes, this is just how it feels to me, being snowed in when we were expecting Springtime! There are a lot of things to cherish even so.
Mimdblowing ideas about how desires humans have at one moment give way to others quite suddenly, replacing them when circumstances unexpectedly change.
The poem seems to be about quite specific climatological events in Northern Europe at the end of February, 2018. However, the title also refers to “March 2018”, a date posterior to that of the poem’s publication.
It is poetry anticipating, subsuming the future in its words.
It is poetry which literally creates the future.