Fighting Spring

Comes now

The Taurus month, 

Trying to bulldoze into spring

Heads down, we face

A tough transitional season.

Outside winter hangs on,

Petulant; spitting snow often enough

Each day to summon mayhem,

Internal chaos, deep discontent; 

We are forced to count on 

The elusive sanity of change.

Still, there is a seminal lesson

In this awful stretch of recalcitrant days:

Just put your head down.

Stop already with the

Dream of blossom,

Tug of scented sultry sky,

Respite beckoning in sunset lining,

Certainty of some sufficient

All-is-well that we just 

Can't yet find, because 

It isn't there.

So the Bull steps in,  

Blazing blind ambition

In the ring,

The reasons, handicaps, 

And obstacles no match

For the distance of simple 

Detach; wait, it's coming.

Passion finally stomps into survival,

Sing loud, bellow, scorch heaven,

Trumpet reason, logic,

It is April; 

Season will arrive.  

Meanwhile we listen 

To the birds, we

Search the trees for

Scrim of green, we are

Just getting by until this obstinance 

Gives in, and settles 

Into spring.