During the Storm

After much hype, last weekend’s winter storm finally arrived and landed firmly in mediocrity. On a happy note, it was still potent enough to encourage me to linger indoors, look out the window, and write.

During the Storm

Swirling, twirling
snow-traced gusting wind
whips and worries
through the huddled garden
rustling baptisia pods
into whispered reminiscences
of spring

©M. Hogan, 2019

Tabatha Yeatts is hosting this week’s Poetry Friday Roundup at her blog, The Opposite of Indifference. She’s sharing poems by Marilyn Robertson and Phillis Levin.

26 thoughts on “During the Storm

  1. oooooh. that’s lovely. whips and worries….reminiscences of spring. Short but full of great images.

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  2. katswhiskers says:

    Ooooh, indeed. (Great minds, Linda – because that was exactly my response.😄) Love all the aurally-appealing wind words.

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  3. Donna Smith says:

    Love the “huddled garden”. Ours here is certainly doing that

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  4. lindabaie says:

    Yes, sometimes our forecasts don’t work out. Ours was supposed to be about an inch; we got seven! Glad yours was okay, and love “whispered reminiscences”. All this month we’ll be hearing some of those whispers I think.

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    • mbhmaine says:

      Thanks, Linda. We actually probably got about 8 inches, but considering we were forecast to get upwards of 12, that seemed tame. We typically get less, not more. I imagine you were quite surprised as your snowfall accumulated!

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  5. macrush53 says:

    what a coinky-dink…I used these words in a poem in my WIP this week: Swirling, twirling

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  6. cvarsalona says:

    Molly, I have some “whispered reminiscences of spring”, too. Love that line.

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  7. maryleehahn says:

    My garden is sound asleep. No whispers yet.

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    • mbhmaine says:

      The only whispers are from those desiccated seed pods. I tend to let all the dried stalks and blossoms remain until spring. I like seeing them in the snow—or maybe I’m lazy–or maybe both!

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  8. The storm was a bit of a dud here, too. I love the images you gathered from your window, especially those “whispered reminiscences/
    of spring.” Thank you for sharing, Molly!

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  9. andisibley says:

    I spent yesterday in my library, looking out the window at the “Swirling, twirling
    snow-traced gusting wind”
    – thanks for this lovely poem to put it into words!

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  10. Tabatha says:

    I like “whips and worries.” The poor garden, huddling there, trying to cheer itself up!

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  11. margaretsmn says:

    Ah, this…”whispered reminiscences”.

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  12. While a storm inspired your poem, it’s memories of spring warmed me right up, Molly. The silver lining of winter is that it gives us much fodder to scribble about, doesn’t it? Be well and warm!

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    • mbhmaine says:

      I think another silver lining is that some enforced time indoors due to cold temps, etc. can kickstart some writing. Also–It was almost 50˚ here today! What a difference a few days makes!

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  13. Love the hint of spring in your poem Molly as you wrap it up with,
    “rustling baptisia pods
    into whispered reminiscences
    of spring.”
    I’m ready for spring, though I’m sure the wait will be a bit longer…

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