With any luck, we are nearly finished with winter. March is marching in.
Here is a poem written about early spring (March) that appeared in Who Walks Among the Trees with Charity. This poem, along with many others, will be read at the Womanspace fund-raiser at Barnes & Noble March 24. More about that later.
Meantime, lets hope the groundhog was right!
Where This Early Spring Morning Took an Unsuspecting Poem
Early this March morning, the cardinal red against
Dried stalks of pampas grass that sway
In the benevolent wind, ripe with conglomerate birdsong
And O, such promise.
Though its best to cut
The grassy peacocks down to their nubby green spears,
Let the sun into that hay-like nest and all that jazz,
what romantic gardener can bear the thought:
Those glorious tassels chopped, no more dancing harems
In the garden. We sit ambivalent, longing always
For the moments last sustained grace.
What luxury, what desirable life,
To have time to thirst for beauty
Like hummingbirds thirst for red nectar. Of course
The nectars not really red. Its the illusion
Of attraction. Red, like love early
In its course.
What luck, what desirable life, when red
Gives way to sustenance, sweet nectar drawing us back
Time and again.
I remember a hummingbird that flew
Right to my lips, painted Red, Frosted Berries that day.
Another torpedoed to my scraped knee,
First to discover its red mushroom of blood. I am in love
With the hummingbird and cant bring this poem back
To the pampas grass, cant muster specific wisdom.
And this poem is like pampas grass, swaying,
Still long enough to hold a few birds
In this desirable life.
Christine Swanberg is a local author and poet who has written several books of poetry. Her latest book, Who Walks Among the Trees with Charity, is available through Wind Publications, online at http://windpub.com/authors/swanberg.htm.
From the March 7-13, 2007, issue