Finality Of A Dreamlike Day Poem by Deanna Samuels

Two weeks after Postlude of A Dreamlike Day,
following warmer weather and deep defrost,
once again, wanted to espy the scene,
what difference had happened in between.
A bright sunny day with some warmth
enticed a bike ride to explore the path.
What a difference those weeks had made,
laying snow and ice walls all disappeared,
a few token white patches in shadows
and some low mounds of icy compounds.
Down the hill, grass verges were all green
and at footbridge, creek ran swiftly below
without sight of any ice floes on either side,
while swift flow fell over the short waterfall,
swirling around the wide eddies before
swishing along the narrow river banks.
That faded green tree that arched over
appeared much brighter and livelier
almost touching, reaching down to the stream.
Tall stalky grasses that snow covered over
now stood tall and straight with full height,
their fluffy heads waving in the slight breeze.
The woods are clear and free of winter's fall
and trees appearing more positive and alive,
almost wanting, longing for spring to arrive
and that ferocious fallen tree crocodile,
denuded from his white coat, less fearsome,
yet still appeared threatening, ready to pounce
on any passing walker along the footpath.
Finally, biking slowly back towards the bridge,
the whole scape appeared to be in-waiting,
ready for the forthcoming, welcoming spring.


Written at Courtice, Ontario - 23rd March 2025