Written for dVerse Prosery – “Winter Lull” – hosted by
Merril who has asked us to write a 144-word
piece of prose, including the poetic verse
shown below. This is my response.
“It all belies our existence; we wait, and are still denied.”
from “Winter-Lull” by D.H. Lawrence

The calendar says mid-March and Spring is peeking ’round the corner. Still, the snow has been falling since before dawn …. softly, without urgency, as though the world has decided to rest rather than leap. There is a particular mercy in that quietude that asks nothing of us.
It all belies our existence; we wait, and are still denied.
Yet even so, the kettle is warm on the stove. A child’s boot print crosses the yard, filled now with fresh white, made new again. The bare oak at the fence line holds a single red berry no bird has claimed yet. Perhaps tomorrow.
Winter does not lie when it promises cold, nor when it promises that cold will pass. Something underneath the frozen ground is already deciding to return. We simply cannot see it yet, but it is there. It is always, quietly, there.
NAR©2026
144 Words
This is “Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most” by Sarah Vaughan
Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, unless otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.

Beautifully vivid.
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Thanks so much, cara.
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💗💗💗
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This is so beautiful, Nancy.
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Thank you, Lisa. So pleased you like this one.
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And I for one am waiting with bated breath!
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I imagine you really are, Jodi! Brrr!!
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We had a cold spell her in Florida and turned on the hea6t again at night, but things are warming up here very soon.
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The mild temps teased us a couple of weeks ago but it’s been quite chilly up here, too, Jim, with strong winds reminding us who’s boss! I’m ready for some warm sun on my face. ☀️
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never soon enough, these days, for me
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I’m with you, Ron. The older I get, the less I like the cold.
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Winter knows, you can never hold back spring …
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Great Tom Waits song, dear Ivor. I am ready for Spring to spring forth! 🥰🪻☀️🌷🎶
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You’re most welcome my friend…🎶🥰🌏
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This is lovely. It made me feel peaceful.
“Something underneath the frozen ground is already deciding to return. We simply cannot see it yet, but it is there. It is always, quietly, there.”
So, true. Our daffodils are starting to emerge despite the recent snow and cold.
The Sarah Vaughan song is beautiful, too.
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Thanks for this provocative challenge, Merril; I love the idea of placing a poetic verse inside a body of prose and the subject matter is perfect for this form as well. I’m so glad the line about something being underground appealed to you. This morning we saw a groundhog emerge from his place of hibernation and, judging by his frisky nature, he had a very peaceful winter’s nap indeed!
Thank you for your gracious comments. They are most appreciated.
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You’re welcome, Nancy.
I haven’t seen any groundhogs yet, but I’m sure I will at some point!
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