Monday, March 5, 2012

For Real Toads: a poem for Spring

It is nowhere near Spring in southeastern Alberta, or in any other part of Alberta, I'm sure, but Kerry of the writers' group Imaginary Garden with Real Toads has suggested we might want to submit a poem about Spring.
It seems to me I've only ever written one poem on the subject of Spring. It is old, and small (44 words) and even though I'm sure I've used it in my blog before, most likely for Open Link Monday, I'll post it here again to see if it inspires me to write a new one.

Rock Poem

poets speak
of birds,
and trees,
and flowers
when Spring comes.
not I—
I love
a rock
new warmed
by mountain sun,
that in
the night
becomes a
lonely, lost
and windswept cliff
and then,
at dawn,
the place
where young
Tomorrow is born.

© Kay L. Davies

Can I write another one while I watch the snow melt, the sun set and the dog sleep in early March all these years after I wrote this one?
We were in Paris last Spring. I've written about that before, too, definitely for Real Toads. It was at the end of February, much much more recently than the rock poem, and my labels said usefully searchable things like springtime in Paris. There's something wrong with the Search feature on my blog archives, that's for sure.
New Poem for Spring
When Spring comes to our house,
we'll likely be home, 
it doesn't arrive here 'til May,
but then, when it does,
the air is a-buzz
as everyone plants in one day.
The ground is unfrozen
and so are our toes 'n
we're happy to be out of doors.
The dog's underfoot
and the air's full of soot
from folks who barbecue early.
Now if we could teach Lindy
to dig holes for trees, not for fun,
our Spring would be happy
and not full of traps she
has burrowed behind us, then run.
© ? Why?

(Uh-oh, nope, this isn't going to work at all.  I'll get back to Real Toads with a Spring poem sometime around May 24.)


Mary said...

I like your rock poem! I definitely can identify with enjoying the WARM rock of spring. And thinking of your new poem, I would be surprised if spring would be as late as May there this year, as so many places (I am south of you) are experiencing early warming!

TALON said...

Your Rock poem is glorious, Kay. I loved it. And I smiled at your new poem because one of our dogs (Charlie) is one who loves to dig when the mood strikes and I'm always the one (wandering camera in hand) who seems to fall into those traps - lol!

Hannah Pratt said...

I love these words: that in the night becomes a lonely, lost. And both opf the poems were great.

Joyful said...

I like both poems. I too am looking forward to Spring.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

Your rock poem rocks. :)

Kerry O'Connor said...

Oooh yes! I love a rock too, and I thought your 44 words just perfect for today.
And what could be happier than a dog in spring-time?

Old Ollie said...

Love Rock Poem - makes me miss the mountains.

Kateri said...

I've been to the Canadian Rockies twice--and thought they would be the idea setting for a poet to live in. Love you poem--you bring the rocks to life.

Cezar and Léia said...

Dear Kay,
So beautiful post!I love the Rock Poem and the pictures are adorable!
Cute Lindy!

Herotomost said...

The rock poem did exactly that...rocked. I am a big fan of the rock as well, the one thing that changes but does it so slowly and so deliberately it is difficult to dismiss it as yesterdays nature. The spring poem was great as well, if you learn to teach that dog to dig with purpose...put out a DVD, I am buying!

Jenn Jilks said...

Well done!
I love your doggie!
Cheers from Cottage Country!

Dimple said...

I like both your poems.

I, too, like sun-warmed rocks in spring. The ending line is beautiful, I'm glad you published this, even if it is old.

And the new one is wonderful in its light-hearted rhythm and rhyme, I laughed at Lindy's antics!