Friday, April 23, 2010

finally


it was so wintery for so long.
i didn't blog.
it felt so wrong.
snow was here,
snow was there.
snow was even
in the town square.

snowmen and snowballs
made it fun at first.
soon that was over, though...
and then came the worst.
piled high,
day and night.
sometimes it was
quite a sight.
flowers were planted
and so was hope
i don't think i ever really
learned how to cope.


i waited and waited
and waited some more
sure that spring was
knocking on our door.


it was a long time coming
longer than i care to say,
but now i see spring everywhere
every
single
day!


terraces came back to town
all is green that was so brown
the ghost town days have gone away
hungarians came out to play!
tulips brighten every corner
there is no better street-adorner
wedding processions all through the city
grooms so smitten, brides so pretty
cafes are open, fruit abounds
laughter and talking
are the springiest sounds
the thing i missed the most last season
was enjoying an ice cream for next to no reason
fagyi is back, back in full swing!
is there anything better that announces the spring??
morning or midday,
cone or cup
any time, any place
just lick it all up.

the thing that is most nyiregyhaza,
the thing that made white feel so black
was the fountain i love, right by my house
BUT LOOK! the fountain is BACK!!
i heart spring in hungary.

7 comments:

Ashlee said...

yay for spring!!

and for so many fun pictures! so pretty. even the winter ones! :)

Giant Sis said...

lovely poem and pictures! i can tell you like the ice cream (it kind of looks like gelato). speaking of gelato, my coworker said there is cinnamon gelato at paciugo - so scott and i might have to try that! i wonder if it is cinnamon like cinnamon-toast-crunch or more like red hots or cinnamon gum. hopefully the former!

Christie said...

kim (the girl with the fruit) had cinnamon ice cream the other day and it WAS like red hots! watch out!!

Lauren said...

Adorable :)

Unknown said...

I love the brides everywhere! You are a delightful writer! That was beautiful!

Anonymous said...

in Hungarian we say: there is a poet lost in you (and then we usually add: very lost and can't find the way out...) :) anyway it's fun!!!

Deanna said...

Such a true poem! Very impressive.