Welcome to Poetry Friday, this week hosted by Laura Purdie Salas Here. Thank you, Laura, for hosting.
I love watching the season transform. I’m sure I’m not alone. So, I appreciated the Poetry Sisters inviting all of us to write a poem this month, an etheree, on their ongoing theme for 2023, of transformation.
Who are the Poetry Sister’s? Find their names Here on a post by Mary Lee Hahn.
What is the poetry form called “ethheree?” This link has the info in case you aren’t familiar or you’d like a review.
Winter rallied, like a dying diva at the end of an opera, and re-established it’s hold on Central New York this week with the recent nor’easter storm on 3/14/23.
But spring IS coming, because it’s what happens slowly in March in Central New York.
The day following the storm, March 15, winter seemed to be tip-toeing away as if it could escape notice.
TODAY, MARCH 15 Change happened, winter-paced, slow as hedgehogs. Wind coaxed snow off trees. Ice melted in sunlight. I saw daffodils rally deep in soil beneath last year’s leaves, (in my mind's eye, from experience) to conjure yellow blossoms, about now. © Janice Scully 2023
The change of season and nature is a popular topic for poets, as one would expect. I opened THE COLLECTED POEMS OF WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS and discovered this short lovely poem.
LOCUST TREE IN FLOWER By William Carlos Williams 1935 Among of green stiff old bright broken branch come white sweet May again.
I think the word “again” at the end adds great impact. It does, it seems, because it underlies the miracle of the natural cycles here on earth. Spring happens again and again. The old and stiff branch bears flowers again.
Thank you for hosting, Laura Purdie Salas. Happy Spring!