Welcome to Poetry Friday, the coming of Spring edition. Heidi Mordhorst, at My Juicy Little Universe, is hosting HERE. Be sure to stop by to see what poems she is sharing this week.
Spring is coming to Central New York and everything seems imbued with new hope. They are lowering the age for vaccines and people are lining up. I don’t think it’s too wishful to believe that as time goes on more and more people everwhere will agree to take it.
Today, I waited for a LaMiPoFri to come to me as I stared out my living room window at the early spring colors, mostly brown, but some green. I noticed my husband left a ladder by the porch.
MARCH RITUAL
Wood ladder among
the hemlocks and melting snow–
Christmas lights come down.
©Janice Scully 2021
Then another was inspired by old dry leaves that never fell.
CHANGING OF THE GUARD
Dry crispy leaves shake
in spring — as xylems hoist sap
upward to new buds.
©Janice Scully 2021
THE BOTTICELLIAN TREES, by William Carlos Williams, provides images of trees changing in spring. Trees/ alphabet metaphor to me was unusual. It’s a lovely poem. Below is the beginning, and the rest HERE
THE BOTTICELLIAN TREES The Alphabet of the trees is fading in the song of the leaves the crossing bars of the thin letters that spelled winter and the cold have been illuminated with pointed green by the rain and sun--
I hope everyone is well and enjoying the first days of spring, at least they are the first days in Central New York.
A small tree in my front yard