First Thaw
Pale as spring grass
beneath un-raked leaves
my skin under clothes
is wilted and withered
My shivering flesh
is the first flower exposed
at the first sign of thaw
when green rumors are spread
Photo: On a writer’s retreat last spring. The poem is from 2005 as well.
March 25th, 2006 9:58 am
Excellent poem as usual. Is this one new??? xoxo
March 25th, 2006 10:18 am
That image makes me eager to see the daffodils bloom. They have started to sprout in my neck of the woods.
Hi! Michele sent me.
March 25th, 2006 10:20 am
Good question, She. From now on I think I will date them in some way. This one is from last year. The Word Drunk poem I posted last week was new. I’m still working on the one about dad. It’s quite a process, and I have a new one about playing scrabble with Mara that I may post…but it’s sort of long. These shorter ones seem to work best for the blog. xo!
March 25th, 2006 6:51 pm
Lovely poem and lovely scene in the photo as well. Michele sent me.
March 25th, 2006 7:26 pm
Wonderful poem and photo! I love the meditation in the shot, the anticipation in the words.
March 25th, 2006 11:13 pm
This makes me sigh. I must go to the botanical gardens, if it will just warm up enough to be comfortable outside. Winter just won’t let go.
March 26th, 2006 9:17 am
Great poem! I guess are skin is exposed like the green when the weather gets warmer:)
March 26th, 2006 10:36 pm
“when green rumors are spread”
such lovely words.
March 27th, 2006 3:35 pm
Beautiful! Poetry basically jumps out of blind alleys in the Spring. All we have to do is show up!~,:^)