Top. A “dusting” of the white stuff on Friday morning,
when spring 2015 was supposed to have sprung
Bottom. Daren’t step out for my evening walk – because of the heavy snow!
I’d no idea a short while back when I transcreated Basho’s haiku welcoming spring (Haru nare ya) as “Spring, all hail!” (no double-entendre intended at the time) that it would instead be heralding the return of winter – if not hail precisely, certainly an inch, two, three or more of the white stuff!
I’m reminded of Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring that portrays abstractly a ritual of pagan Russia – the adoration of Nature by primitive man. It opens with a tonal painting of the spring season. Sorry folks! The analogy ends right there, because I’ve recorded using modern technology a completely different scenario that brings to mind a nursery – rather than a Nature – rhyme, which I’m sure you’ll all recall from your infancy:
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then,
He’ll sit in a barn,
To keep himself warm,
And hide his head under the wing,
Poor thing indeed – including me!
Copyright © 2015 Azim Lewis Mayadas