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The Sunburn of Spring

man about to walk on rocks by the body of water

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The anticipation of that first season of the year is strong in the north.  Sick of snow and the death of trees murdered by wind storm, we start by peeling off layers of thick clothes, heavy boots, and book our summer campsites.  There is no retirement party for winter although our ice carving festivals, ski resort worship, and dog sled races surely must be missed as the thaw condemns them to rest.  The gradual peek of the sun nudges us awake to new goals of 5k fun, lake dreams, and scents of a well placed garden.  Temporarily, we forget what we’ve been through, masked by reckless hope, and descend into the meat of the year.


Missy R. Rogers

March 11, 2019


About missyrogers

Lifelong Michigander, early 40s, craft addict, chihuahua collector, coffee drinker, recovering human being, bipolar I, electronic music lover, bullshit caller, 5' tall, my blood is organic, and I refuse to be anything else. I will write until I die.


2 thoughts on “The Sunburn of Spring

  1. Reckless hope! That catches my mood precisely! Craving spring warmth and sunny days so desperately that cautionary notes of historic spring snows are blocked from memory! I cannot care about the past, today is about basking in the sun and soaking up hope!

    Posted by cathylapointeblundypoet | March 11, 2019, 4:00 pm

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