Posts Tagged ‘spring’

Rising Above: A Poem of Spring

April 11, 2018

  

She admits them
but 
opens no liquor 

Three years they’ve
been 
digging her grave 

Now her thoughts are
thunder and rain 

Their heads are old
snags in her river 

She rises above
and floats free 

She rides her white
waters to the sea

 

First published in Cottonwood (formerly Cottonwood Review).

 

OOB Sky

Old Orchard Beach Sky – photo by Vera Lisa Smetzer

Spring Comes to Old Town, Maine

March 20, 2018

  

The March rain is colder growing,
snow will fall on ice tonight.
Summer thoughts are huddled low in
nests of lint with summer’s mice. 

Who will sing cuccu, cuccu? 

Old panes crackle, house beams buckle,
melt waters freeze below the spouts.
Snow squalls dance with bones of maple
as this gray equinox blacks out.

 And no one sings cuccu, cuccu.

 

First published in Mostly Maine.

 

House in Scarborough, Maine - photo by Mike Smetzer.

House in Scarborough, Maine – photo by Mike Smetzer.

End of Winter

March 7, 2018

 

Sloshing through marsh
at the end of winter
in hip boots
with snow still stuck
to the willows
Sky above is featureless gray
and oak-covered hills
are black-gray lines
with brown tatters

To the south an angry farmer
calls his son
To the north water trickles
through dead grass
Legs and face
are numb and still
Only the heart
is whispering
spring

 

First published in Cottonwood (formerly Cottonwood Review).

 

Dad's '51 Plymouth Still Waiting for a Tow - photo by Mike Smetzer.

Dad’s ’51 Plymouth Still Waiting for a Tow – photo by Mike Smetzer.