Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Expecting

Winter seemed reluctant to release its hold.
Chicago, pregnant with spring,
still clung to her Siberian chill,
blowing through April’s sunny days and
windows-open, grilling-on-the-patio weather,
like the woman in labor, scared
of what the new season might bring.
Spring seemed hesitant to emerge.
It hid in the last bank of snow,
now mostly dirt and icy rocks,
like the baby being born, not ready
for the traumatic change.
We held our breath, like family members
in the waiting room, praying for a
speedy delivery, a healthy baby.
We let it go and watched it
condense in the frozen air around us.

22 comments:

  1. I love the link you make between waiting for spring and waiting for a baby. Sometimes waiting for spring feels like being 42 weeks pregnant. :)

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    1. Soooooo right you are. Not that I know what being 42 weeks pregnant feels like, ha.

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  2. I like how you compared the change of seasons to the whole childbirth experience - especially the part about waiting like family members in the waiting room.

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  3. "...pregnant with Spring..." wonderful imagery. This is great!

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  4. loved the comparisons and the great imagery.

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  5. Some great imagery in this poem. I thought the comparison between waiting for Spring and waiting for the birth of a baby was very clever. A great piece of writing.

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  6. Beautifully written with parallel comparisons bringing the similarity and contrasts in play:-)

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  7. Hoping you see the head of Spring emerge soon ;)!

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  8. Fantastic imagery! Love the last five lines in particular! :)

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  9. "Pregnant with spring" – love that image!

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