It is March and I am Mad. The sky is a vibrant electric blue. The clouds are soft cotton pillows. The sun is bright but not warm enough to melt the recent snow. It is a fake spring.
But when a gentle wind blows, soothing my brow with the feel of soft yellow daffodils and hot magenta tulips, I release the anger and betrayal.
Disappointment healed
By springs flowers marching on
The promise of hope
Another coming together of prompts! Merrill at dVerse requested a Haibun about “March Madness” while Jamie Dedes’ Wednesday Writing Prompt asked: How does nature inspire joy in you, inspire your creativity and perhaps even your sense of peace? For me, the symptoms of spring sparks joy however where I am now, spring has been a tease – snowing one day then 60 degree temperatures the next. It is enough to drive one mad!
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Here March came in like a lion, 🙂 So I expect it to leave like a lamb. Spring is on the horizon my friend 😊❤
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I hope so! I am so ready for warm weather and colors to bloom!
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As soon as you said colours just now all I could see in my mind’s eye were brilliantly coloured Primroses. I now realize how starved I am for colour. Luckily I am surrounded with trees. It will be exciting to watch them transform. Take good care my friend. Here’s to Spring! 🌼🌺🌹🥂😍
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Just now, just after I replied to you, March screamed out with another blast of Winter LOL March is so cheeky! 😅
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That it is!
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yuppers! 😊
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Hot magenta tulips would be enough to melt anyone’s heart, even the frostiest 🌷
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Yes! Thank you for commenting! 🌷🌷
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The sight of colour can tame any heart. Love hot magenta! You describe the contrasts so well like fire and ice.
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Thank you, Gina! I usually do love the contrasts in Nature. She is a most talented designer – all the colors are harmonious and soothing.
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Our hope for better days ahead, keeps the colours in our heart
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Very true, Ivor!!
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❤️🤗🤗
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It is amazing how those breezes can come unexpectedly releasing the anger.
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Yes, sometimes the softest touch releases us from the intensity of emotion. Thank you for your always perceptive comments!
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I can relate. Well said. Even the smallest inkling of Spring evokes forgiveness.
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Thank you, V.J.! I won’t fault Spring for a late arrival as long as she arrives. 💐
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Good point.
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Oh! This is lovely. Spring has been late everywhere.
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Thank you! Spring is procrastinating…hopefully that means she will make a grand entrance!
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Well, she has made an entrance here, but it seems her stay will be shortlived. 😔
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She has been ambivalent here too. ☹️
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So delightful! I could feel your dismay and then your joy at the promise of spring.
It’s cold here today, but still the days are longer!
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Thank you – I’m glad it resonated with you! And yes, I noticed today too that the days are longer despite the cold. 💐
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fake spring is a good way to put it. difficult not to get frustrated
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