Big THANKS to everyone who has been reading and commenting on these poems! I can feel my enthusiasm starting to wane (it's a long month!), and your encouragement really helps! Mwah!
Today's piece is "New England Farm in Winter" by unknown 19th Century American artist.
I love the blue skies in this one! And it's not a deep snow, so right away I started thinking this is the end of winter, or perhaps even spring! Even here in Alabama we've had an April snow before... looks completely different than a winter one. So I went with that line of thinking, mainly because it's hard to say something fresh and new about snow! It's been done and done and done beautifully. But snow in spring? Now there's a fresh angle.... what would the snow say?
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You're so right, that April/spring snow is different. So often it happens, & we are walking in our shirtsleeves on the sunny afternoons. I like that "one last day of sledding", Irene.
ReplyDeleteLinda, you are a snow expert! :) Thank you for reading!
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ReplyDeleteYou made me see spring snow in a different light. I'm hoping we are done with it here, but I am guessing we are not. Snow surely see new things when it arrives at this time of year. Maybe that's why it stops by?
Cathy
Cathy, I love that idea, that maybe that's why it stops by. You are such a poet. :)
DeleteOh, we know spring snows, sad to say! Even on Mother's Day more than once. I have been ill all week so no energy to even look at poems but am going to now. I really love what you are doing and sharing. Thanks for your answer explaining that you choose the picture at night and then "sleep" on it. I love that! Wonderful. I also love that you have given voice to the snow. And kids do love the idea of that last chance for sledding. Here in the bitter cold snow we mainly have, it is hard to get out in it to do the things I got to do as a kid where the temperatures were so much milder, comparatively. And coincidentally this am I peered out the windows wondering if there were any ugly snow piles left and voila the 10 foot tall mound is still there in a small pile, but soon, soon. The crocuses are pushing up. Glad you are pushing yourself to do this. Janet F.
ReplyDeleteMother's Day snow!!! Wow. Glad you are feeling better, Janet... no fun to be down and out, whatever the time of year. And yes, go crocuses! So much hope and life hiding in the dark. Thanks for reading!
DeleteI don't know much about snow. I do know about mermaids in the swamp. I love how happy and inviting your poem is even though I would think that snow in spring would not be merry making.
ReplyDeleteMargaret, for some reason this reminds me: I haven't forgotten your invitation. My husband and I may be heading your direction in June. I will let you know. xo
DeleteGreat poem to welcome Spring. Even after the longest winter it's exciting to have just one more day to go sledding and enough already bring the sunshine.
ReplyDeleteYes, Catherine, I hear your "enough already!" Thank you so much for reading, my splashy friend! xo
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ReplyDeleteI peck at crystals of lace
That tickle my face
I can’t keep pace as frosted
Diamonds parachute
From outer space.
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