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.
Comments
Excellent poem as usual. Is this one new??? xoxo
Posted by: Sherry | March 25, 2006 9:58 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.
Posted by: Bonnie | March 25, 2006 10:18 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!
Posted by: colleen | March 25, 2006 10:20 AM
Lovely poem and lovely scene in the photo as well. Michele sent me.
Posted by: The Gnat's Trumpet | March 25, 2006 6:51 PM
Wonderful poem and photo! I love the meditation in the shot, the anticipation in the words.
Posted by: Elissa | March 25, 2006 7:26 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.
Posted by: srp | March 25, 2006 11:13 PM
Great poem! I guess are skin is exposed like the green when the weather gets warmer:)
Posted by: Shannon | March 26, 2006 9:17 AM
"when green rumors are spread"
such lovely words.
Posted by: Simply Coll | March 26, 2006 10:36 PM
Beautiful! Poetry basically jumps out of blind alleys in the Spring. All we have to do is show up!~,:^)
Posted by: rick | March 27, 2006 3:35 PM