Yesterday’s south wind rushed warmth
to February snow. Today the earth
is boggy with new grass, tattered white
in crannies on north sides of things.
Daffodils finger their way toward light,
and old women’s feet no longer tremble
on their way to market.
Sarah Russell
First published in Your Daily Poem
Sarah Russell Poetry 
Beautiful, Sarah.
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Thanks very much!
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I love how you have captured this change of season — the image of daffodils fingering “their way toward light” is such a lovely and hopeful image.
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This is utterly stunning, Sarah! ❤️
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Thanks a lot, Sanaa!
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Just gorgeous writing!
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Thank you very much, Audrey.
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Love this!!
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Thanks, Annell!
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and spring begins to tiptoe in
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Oh, I hope so, Beth! Thanks for stopping by.
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In all the pristine beauty of winter… we forget how some people struggle to cope… so important that poems don’t…
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Thank you, Rajani.
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Ah, the thaw is upon us soon. I really liked the angle you took here. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks, Isadora, and thanks for stopping by.
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A beautiful way to capture the cusp of spring, Sarah.I especially love the lines:
‘…Today the earth
is boggy with new grass, tattered white
in crannies on north sides of things’.
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Thank you, Kim. Learned an interesting lesson with those lines. At first I started naming the “things.” Then took out those nouns and used the general term because the others cemented that concept too directly. Usually it’s the other way around. Can’t do it too often, but it worked here, I think. (At least for the 2 of us!)
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I love those days when you feel like you are standing with one leg in winter and the other in spring. You captured that magical feeling of in-betweeness and sprinkled in the right amount of joy.
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Wow! Thanks so much, Kestril. One of my favorite moments too. Still cold and predicted snow here in PA this week, but the birds are saying it’s spring. Good sign!
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“the earth is boggy with new grass” love that. Beautiful writing!
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Thanks very much. Susie!
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Daffodils are my absolute favorite harbinger of the season change. I can see this scene you wrote in my own yard! The rushing warmth is coming soon–probably.
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Oh, I hope so, Kris! Daffodils are my favorite too.
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Right now March is appearing in Eastern Oregon like a snow leopard!
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gorgeous ~
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Thanks a lot. I loved your poem in this round.
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