Tag: spring

April 29 Birthday: Rod McKuen

So Much of Spring I never saw so much of Spring as I see now. The tender willow turning amber. The nightengale, the sparrow in the heavens raving. The moon behind the spider making web, now blotted out by geese in trumpet, home again,…

January

Shower the world with crackling leaves, Dead and limp before but now firm From frozen dew, this ground your signal To the creatures you watch in the night. Shower the broken places with jangles Of icy prairie grass and let the spring thaw Spark…

April Reeks of Poetry

And then it was April, National Poetry Month. . . . the month of death breeding life, of life kicking off death’s pants, of daffodils and tulips and redbud trees and mockingbirds that sing incessantly, of the cradle endlessly rocking, the day endlessly alive…

May Day: Knock and Run!

When Luke was a child, we occasionally celebrated May Day. We lived in a neighborhood surrounded by old people, and we would make May day baskets, hang them on their doorknobs, knock, and run. Of course, the parent-sanctioned knocking on a door and then…

In Spring, Do This

The rain has fallen all night. And today it is spring. Today begins that season, “when the world is mudluscious” and “the goat-footed balloonman whistles far and wee.” It is spring “when my heart with pleasure fills and dances with the daffodils.” Well…..as soon…

Spring Train

They were fifteen and smoked Lucky Strikes on the train to Tulsa. Both wore their best dress. Montie Jean’s was blue taffeta with lace crocheted along the collar. She had to stand or stroll to keep it from creasing at her hips.