When not-spring

Geof Huth, "Ffth ssssssSSPRNGGggg" (2003)
Every time I come across this poem of mine, I am surprised by its beauty, not having remembered it. This is a small Letraset poem from an unfinished book of such poems, but it has a visual kinesis that I never expect. It is a poem about the bursting of spring, apparently in May, which is really when spring arrives in this area of the world. This hasn't been much of a winter around here, but we are still in the middle of winter, arguably not even one third of the way through it, and much more cold and snow may come to us. So I'll look forward to the next season now, especially since I'm ready for it, especially so since I've somehow acquired a cold in the middle of it.


ecr. l'inf.