Winter seemed reluctant to release its hold.
Spring, pent up, anxious for winter to die
Urgent ever pressing, ever getting more bold,
Rends winter’s air with a pressing cry
“Babe’s in the womb anxious to unfold
Newness, birthing and growing, I do not lie
Plants in the dirt need release from your cold.
Bleak one, oh winter, you’ve grown too old.”
This poem is in response to the SpeakEasy challenge to write a piece starting with the words, “Winter seemed reluctant to release its hold” and including a reference to the above Leonardo da Vinci drawing. The challenge made me think about the strange weather which we have experienced in Austin, Texas this spring. First a late frost nipped my budding Amaryllis and then a hail storm last week sheared off the booms of those in flower. Fortunately only about 10% are early bloomers and the rest are now in their full glory. Today we are warned that another cold front is on its way but we are assured that it won’t get below 39o F.