February 26, 2015 at 3:20 pm (Feasts/Seasons, Nature, Poetry)
On my window
Snowflake trees on
Soon will sun
My frost forest
Spring is on her way
Writing, editing, and winter ailments have kept me from the blog,
After multiple revisions, my latest novel is ready for show time.
A big editing job is finally done.
My energy level is up.
I’m ready for Spring!
October 2, 2014 at 2:00 pm (Feasts/Seasons, Nature, Poetry)
Tags: autumn, poems
Autumn Poem of Innocence
Goldenrod laughs in the wind
Tosses back its yellow hair
Leaves dancing in the wind
Swirl and bow and swirl again
Cloudless blue sky
Bright autumn sun
Cheery pumpkins grace our doorsteps
Cornears unfurl colorful seeds
Photo by Nicole Gordine, courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
Eastern Grey Squirrel, photo by BirdPhotos.com, courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
Autumn Poem of Experience
Soon bright pumpkins squirrels will ravage
Corn kernels scatter
Bare cobs leave
Remains of furry ones’ feast.
(Squirrels disdain to do their dishes)
Rain squalls pound goldenrods’ hair
Will the Monarch grace us?
Or is its beauty vanished,
Bleared, smeared by human greed?
Yet the seasons cycle on
Dead leaves go to the compost bin
Life begins anew
I want to thank fellow blogger Jeff (StuffJeffReads) for keeping William Blake’s Songs of Innocence and Songs of Experience in the forefront of my mind this past year. Once I realized the dichotomy of innocence/experience was the perfect way to organize the two initial images—the goldenrod and the Monarch butterfly—the rest of the poetic diptych soon fell into place. “Bleared, smeared” obviously echoes Gerard Manley Hopkin’s line in “God’s Grandeur,” just as “Will the Monarch grace us?” echoes T.S. Eliot’s “Will the sunflower turn to us,” in “Burnt Norton.”
September 11, 2014 at 8:00 pm (Feasts/Seasons, Nature, Poetry)
Cool August morning
Open window to sunlight and air
Of Edenic purity
Play of sunlight across telephone wires
Wingèd insects golden flash, disappear
Webbed spiderwork glistens, disappears
Athena’s handmaiden, busy at her loom,
Weaves across telephone wires,
Golden in sunlight,
Flash of bird shadow
Shower of droplets, last night’s rain,
Shimmer of cicada song
Flash, shower, shimmer, vanish, disappear
Maple wing seeds carpet the street
Golden coins of summer’s last spending.
composed August 24, 2014
This poem was inspired by the poetry of one of my favorite bloggers, Elouise (http://tellingthetruth1993.wordpress.com/). I wanted to keep the impressions of this morning, but writing them in prose felt like “work” and I needed a day off. Then I thought of Elouise’s lovely nature poetry and realized that was how I wanted to capture these moments. Who knows, maybe I’ll do it again.