The shaky stir and wake of Spring.
But not outta the woods yet
that’s how we Midwesterners see it by mid-March
as we trudge through the slush
and the snirt.
We start our seeds indoors and dream of hummingbirds
Soon we’ll be too hot to sweat
(but not too hot to complain about it).
Somebody told me once that people who like to complain
about the weather move to Minnesota,
because–you can, it changes every five minutes,
and I’d believe it.
Still, we have such fantastic conditions to discuss!
We don’t just have weather here, we have a theater of seasons,
we have all of the extremes, and the breath-taking moments in between.
It’s worth it.
I wouldn’t trade it for sunny and the same everyday.
I would miss the rain, the wind, the cold sometimes.
I would miss the solitude of those Winter months, but maybe I’m crazy.
It’s all I’ve ever known.
Highs in the lower 40′s and it feels good walking home.
I open my coat.
I think it’s gonna be okay.
We gain a little more sunlight every day
and I can hear the birds.
Misty Rowan is a Minneapolis-based poet and activist who believes that art and activism are basically the same thing. She is a member of the Anti- War Committee(.org), and she won the VERVE grant for spoken word poetry in 2013.
Read more of her work at missteatree.com