L Milton Hankins Poet Terza Rima

A Midwinter's Dream

Out of the northwest a cold blast of Arctic air
Sweeping across the central plains with fury,
Covers the ground where the meadow is bare.

With an attitude quite like the proverbial contrary,
She lingers for months warring with the winter sun
Her stay typical of January is rather ordinary,

Until the bitter cold subsides, and winter is over.
The meadow slumbers peacefully across the way
‘Til the warmth of spring nourishes the first clover,

Then comes April’s showers and flowers of May.


written November 9, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger November 11, 2021 at 11:16 AM Beautiful title for a wonderful missive. L Milton Hankins November 11, 2021 at 3:02 PM Thanks, Caren. I think, as Mike says, we are all dreaming for the beginning of spring...but, it's quite a ways off!

Mike Gentile November 10, 2021 at 7:21 AM What a perfect title as we all dream of the new beginning of Spring! Beautiful Milton !! L Milton Hankins November 10, 2021 at 7:36 AM Thanks so much, Mike. I'm trying my best to make it through this cold season. So, naturally, I'm dreaming of spring.

Andrea Dietrich November 9, 2021 at 3:36 PM love this, Milt. As a midwesterner, I appreciate it. I may be In Utah, but i will always think of Iowa as my home. L Milton Hankins November 9, 2021 at 4:01 PM Anything that suggests that winter will end is always pleasing to me. We're expecting our first snow next week...but I'll be in Puerto Vallarta hopefully!

Shirley Hawkins November 9, 2021 at 3:30 PM Spring time is worth looking forward to. All seasons bring their own beauty in a variety of ways... L Milton Hankins November 9, 2021 at 4:02 PM That is true, Shirley. I believe that, but my body tells me winter is cold, dismal, and gloomy, and I have great difficulty overcoming that mindset.

Terry Flood November 9, 2021 at 2:48 PM Any poem that reminds me of spring in November is okay in my book, Milt. I’m not a winter person even though I don’t really feel the cold too much. So you keep foretelling spring and I’ll tell Mr Frost that his days are numbered. Terry L Milton Hankins November 9, 2021 at 3:28 PM Ah, I'm with you Terry. I despise autumn and winter. Spring is my favorite season, and I literally lap up the sun in the summer time.

Natasha L Scragg November 9, 2021 at 1:57 PM Cool. Never heard of this poetic form before. Good to see different forms and how they are written. Lovely seasonal imagery. And how the final line is like the transition from winter months to spring. L Milton Hankins November 9, 2021 at 3:29 PM Hey, Natasha, go check it out under Types of Poetry here at P.S. I love this format. Love the three line stanzas and the way the rhymes flow from stanza to stanza. You'll enjoy it.