False Spring

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The weather warm
The days brighter
Winter’s fingers slacken their grip
Frozen nights leading to icy mornings
No longer upon my doorstep fall

His lips no longer speak my name
Though at one time they did
Sweetest refrains from songs of the heart
But falsetto were his only notes

The sun came up still a little earlier
Yet no warmth did it bring
Winter though its fingers loosened around my heart
Held on with a cold iron grip

This is for a dVerse prompt: For this prompt, write a poem that explores false spring—literally, metaphorically, or both. I hope you enjoy! 😊

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C. Stuart Lewis creates poems with feeling, intelligence and sex appeal. His short stories and books focus on characters that feel real in real world situations. Originally from the United States he now resides in Ontario, Canada. Check out his webpage at TheAuthorStew.ca

13 thoughts on “False Spring”

  4. I love this line: But falsetto were his only notes. And love the way winter really held on with an iron grip. Admiring the weaving of the false spring in the relationship and the seasons itself. Thanks for joining in.

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  5. “Sweetest refrains from songs of the heart, but falsetto were his only notes” [ ordinarily I would empathize, however if the falsetto is coming from Barry Gibb, my heart is going to sing and shout!! I enjoyed your poem.

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