daffodils in snow photo by Mike Pennington‘Spring Snow’: A Poem by Adam Sedia The Society April 2, 2025 Beauty, Poetry 3 Comments . Spring Snow Tyrant Winter reaches Beyond its frozen tomb, Dares cast its icy mantle On bud and crocus-bloom. Long it reigned unchallenged In dark and cold and ice; Thwarted now, it hurls back Last volleys as it flies. Spent, it fails to muster Its once-destroying blast; Failing snows fall gently, Not to chill or last. Lazily they flutter In heavy, half-mild air, Listless, almost hopeful To dissolve soon there. Winter’s once-dread arrows Waft softly, twirl with glee, Weakened by Spring’s onslaught To pleasant mockery. . . Adam Sedia (b. 1984) lives in his native Northwest Indiana and practices law as a civil and appellate litigator. He has published four books of poetry and his poems, essays, and fiction have appeared in various literary journals. He is also a composer, and his musical works may be heard on his YouTube channel. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. 3 Responses Margaret Coats April 2, 2025 “Failing snows fall gently” is a lovely line to undercut forceful words in your battle song, Adam. Winter’s retreating volleys and arrows can’t muster much against Spring’s onslaught. With the “once-destroying blast” reduced to “pleasant mockery,” a light trimeter is apropos. Line by line, the rhythm is complex, usually trochaic in odd-numbered lines, iambic in even-numbered, but with substitutions. Spring snow itself may be lazy and listless, but you show most attentive care in creating this piece. Reply Roy Eugene Peterson April 2, 2025 I enjoyed this well-rhymed poem on the changing of seasons and the personification in a sense of winter’s last feeble flurries while surrendering to that which is to come. Reply Paul A. Freeman April 3, 2025 Tyrant winter. Love it. And you extended the image all the way to the end of a fine poem without falter, to an ending of optimism. I read this yesterday in the wrong mood. I’m so glad I came back to it. Thanks for the read, Adam. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Margaret Coats April 2, 2025 “Failing snows fall gently” is a lovely line to undercut forceful words in your battle song, Adam. Winter’s retreating volleys and arrows can’t muster much against Spring’s onslaught. With the “once-destroying blast” reduced to “pleasant mockery,” a light trimeter is apropos. Line by line, the rhythm is complex, usually trochaic in odd-numbered lines, iambic in even-numbered, but with substitutions. Spring snow itself may be lazy and listless, but you show most attentive care in creating this piece. Reply
Roy Eugene Peterson April 2, 2025 I enjoyed this well-rhymed poem on the changing of seasons and the personification in a sense of winter’s last feeble flurries while surrendering to that which is to come. Reply
Paul A. Freeman April 3, 2025 Tyrant winter. Love it. And you extended the image all the way to the end of a fine poem without falter, to an ending of optimism. I read this yesterday in the wrong mood. I’m so glad I came back to it. Thanks for the read, Adam. Reply