"Ode to April" was a prompt for one of the poem-a-day groups. I'm so ...
fossilized these days, no poems in ages, so the response here was
encouraging! thank you both.
On Wed, Apr 3, 2013 at 5:17 PM, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> lovely sentences, images and wisdom
>
> maybe drop the word Ode
>
> (at 'unfrozen' I thought the word leans towards 'not yet frozen' rather
> than 'frozen till recently' but I don't think 'thawed' wd be an improvement)
>
> Max
> (tell ya about our mushrooms and autumn stuff very soon)
>
> On 04/04/2013, at 9:46 AM, sharon brogan wrote:
>
> > *
> >
> > Ode to April
> >
> > The waxwings have come and gone.
> >
> > Blue stars open in the garden, a blue
> >
> > deeper than dusk. Seasonal worries
> >
> > are still a ways off: flooding rivers,
> >
> > drought in the fields, fire in dry woods.
> >
> > Fire leaping across the tops of trees,
> >
> > toward town. For now, as distant
> >
> > as World War III, and as close. We
> >
> > turn off our furnaces, shake out
> >
> > the rugs, sweep the bare floors.
> >
> > The ash trees, bereft of berries,
> >
> > push out buds. Squirrels dig
> >
> > in the unfrozen flower beds,
> >
> > searching out remnants of last
> >
> > year’s treasures. The house cat
> >
> > watches from the window. What
> >
> > do seasons mean to her? In an old
> >
> > woman’s memory, these years blur
> >
> > together. Once there were young
> >
> > men, piled like kindling, hard as
> >
> > seasoned wood. All gone now.
> >
> > *
> >
> >
> > --
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>
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