Breath of Spring

Wind echoes its screams
through the mountains.
Coldness slaps me with 
gust of angry air blowing
between the window panes.
Aching for spring’s sweet
breath, birds singing, 
flowers whispering their
promise of bloom.

My example of 33 word personification. Enjoy!


16 responses

  1. Me. Too. I'm so with you.

  2. I can completely relate. It's temperate enough where I live that the idea of spring starts to hint and tease even in January, and yet I know it will be months before it comes around.

  3. I like the coldness slaps – that's great. I wrote about Spring too though I'm not enduring 18 degree weather. It's 50 degrees here, so it's almost unfair. Lovely poem.

  4. We're going through a cold slap now, too!

  5. I just realized that after you pointed it out! Thanks. My bad! 😉

  6. Wow. Thank you all for your comments!! I'm glad everyone liked it. It's about 18 degrees outside right now. I like winter also Bo, if it didn't last so long. 🙂

  7. I really like winter time, if only it didn't last so long.

  8. This is beautiful! The flowers whispering the promise of bloom is a nice thought to get through the cold days of winter.

  9. I love nature poetry. Thank you for sharing this!

  10. well below zero in Kenai, Alaska this morning . . . brrr – I hear ya!

  11. So beautiful! I can feel the senses as I read your writing.

  12. Beautiful! Great personification 😀 And I totally hear you about the wind through the panes – I'm pretty much over winter 😉

    One thing – r/it's/its in the first line

  13. I hear ya! It was twenty below celcius most days this week in Cobourg, Ontario, Canada. I'm not sure who these folks are who like this sort of weather but, count me among the “Bring on Spring” crowd. Thank you for speaking out so eloquently for the cold oppressed everywhere. 🙂

  14. Oooo this is making me miss Spring that much more!!!

  15. Coldness slaps! It really can!

  16. Very nicely written:-)

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