what a dramatic conclusion
winter bursting into tears
like some last minute production
bewildered red-bellied woodpecker
ponders your intention
I ponder your intention
shamelessly rubbing shoulders
with spring
your cocky grin
sharpened at one corner
I don’t trust you
always been a flakey one
For De’s quadrille prompt. The given word is “sharp” or a form of the word.
mishunderstood 
What a fantastic line:
“winter bursting into tears”
LOVE.
Delightful!
I love your poem, Mish. Red Bellied Woodpeckers are wonderful to see.
I like the woodpeckers, we had one that came every year where we used to live. Now have different bird kinds here 75 miles closer to the Gulf of Mexico.
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Great reference to the woodpecker. I have a Pileated Woodpecker around here drilling holes in all the trees. It is very loud. I think winter and spring are definitely rubbing shoulders.
We’re still waiting for woodpeckers to return – they really like our silver birch – so your poem filled the space, and what a great phrase, Mish: ‘winter bursting into tears’! And I love the ‘cocky grin sharpened at one corner’.
Well, first, this is a wonderful evocation of the off-and-on approach to spring, and second, I want that bird feeder!
Spring has many false coming… shifty indeed.
Luv the impersonification.
Much♡love
This is somewhere far beyond clever, Mish. I love it!
❤
David
Mish, so many great lines and such fantastic personification! Love it. ❤️
I don’t trust you – great riposte to the bursting into tears – flaky indeed.