March 2019 SOLC–Day 23
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In Maine, March is a bit of an endurance contest.
By March
the snow only whispers
of its prior glory
it’s arrival as hypnotic drifting flakes
is but a dim memory
leached into its present incarnation
styrofoam snow
pale, stale
far from its origin
tenaciously clinging
to winter
©Molly Hogan, 2019
Friday morning’s snowfall refreshes the stale snow, beautiful and simultaneously depressing.
Nix the comfort zone 
Your poem was lovely! Today we had sunshine, but in Indiana, it’s been snowy at this time, too. I can only imagine in Maine! I loved your caption: “Friday morning’s snowfall refreshes the stale snow, beautiful and simultaneously depressing.” 😉
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I have such mixed feelings when snow flies at this time of year!
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I know you all are tired of snow…but for someone who only sees snow from afar, it is still so pretty! I love the description of “styrofoam snow…stale, pale…” I can feel both your appreciation and your readiness to have it move on and let the warm shine through!
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I am so ready for spring! Signs of it are everywhere, though they’re still subtle right now. It’s easy to get a bit discouraged.
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I love the description you’ve used. We had snow still last week in the Midwest but things are starting to look somewhat like spring now.
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The animals are stirring up here…my bird feeders are getting raided nightly again!
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From Ontario, your poem really speaks to our March. The last few lines, “styrofoam snow
pale, stale
far from its origin
tenaciously clinging
to winter”
are sadly just so true. We got a minor dusting last night and may get a little more this week. I know we probably have one more good storm to come, but – oh! – how I am ready for it all to melt away!
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I’m hopeful we’re done with storms for the season. This winter feels like it’s worn out its welcome. I imagine spring must come even a bit later for you. I’m crossing my fingers that neither one of us will have to deal with any spring snowstorms!
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I think you did more than “cough up” a poem! This was beautiful in its weariness of winter weather.
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That was an unfortunate turn of phrase, wasn’t it? lol It makes me sound like a cat with a hairball. I must say, though, that I just recently encountered a Robert Frost quote, ““A poem begins with a lump in the throat…” Perhaps that’s what I was referencing, albeit gracelessly.
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Seems like you’re dealing with the March Challenge better than many of us. But then you’ve had plenty of practice with endurance! Lovely poem.
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Thanks, Barbara. This weekend I’ve definitely come close to calling “Uncle!”
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I love these lines:
“tenaciously clinging
to winter”
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I wish they were a bit less tenacious! lol
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