Anticipating Spring in Stockholm

by Ronald A Pavellas

Two weeks into March
No buds, yet, on trees
But the ice of our largest lake is melting

The streets are gray with dirt and gravel
Yielded by the melted snow they covered
To accommodate those who walk and drive

Now the days are almost as long as the nights
And the sun blasts our faces all morning
From its southern slant

Few walkers now wear gloves
Except for those with the habit not yet released from winter
And old folks observing the proprieties

Young women begin again to bare their bellies
Presaging their full display in summer
(Some bellies were bare, even in winter,
So powerful is this fashion)

With streets now dry, all are walking, striding
Toward their destinations
In the joy of regained foot-freedom

Yes, there are bird sounds, too.

Soon, Soon -- the Sun!


Author's Note: March 14, while observing from the Italian Caffé near Stureplan

Posted on 03/15/2003
Copyright © 2023 Ronald A Pavellas

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 04/07/03 at 03:16 PM

You do wonderful descriptive writing, focusing my mind's eye on a frozen lake... something I have never seen beyond photos and writing. You transport me thousands of miles to your home. Hellofa accomplishment, Ron. Good work... wishing you a soonandhappy spring. Envious of bare bellies in winter. These Dallas girls need to learn some spunk from your toughnorthern women.

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