To help Sonyarehn celebrate National Poetry Month (Inaugurated by the Academy of American Poets in 1996 to celebrate poetry and its vital place in American culture) I offered this poem, there will be new poems every day throughout April so if you’re feeling deprived after the end of IPM, please visit sonyarhen.wordpress.com to enjoy what her blog has to offer.
The locust tree begins:
scarlet thorns, greening branches.
Impatient spring slips wetly
the van der Waals bonds
of this weak winter.
Time, time, time,
wasted in blank tasks:
showers, flossing, the recycling of newspapers.
I forget what bird I saw this morning.
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That’s nice Bonnie. Reflective, and bigger on the inside than on the outer.
Thanks John, I’m glad that you enjoyed it!