What season is it?
It is too warm for winter –
Yet too cold for spring –
But we can’t call it sprinter –
Neither can we call it wing
Copyright by Minh Tan on listed dated of completion.
Notes to this poem…
It was about 5 degrees Celsius (41F) this end of January morning when I went skating on the Oval. On the cusp of the coldest month of the year, I expect the temperature to be at least below 0C or 32F, so it was too warm for winter, in my mind. As for spring, because it comes later in the year, double digits is what I associate with true arrival of spring. Therefore, it felt too cold for spring. And the seeds of thought for this tanka was found.
Now, I love portmanteau, or the combination of two words and their meanings into one. Any chance I get, I make up my own portmanteau vocabulary. Here, though, when I tried to combine winter and spring, all I got were sprinter and wing, both of which were already English words, with their own meanings, of course. On that realization, this tanka was completed.