April is National Poetry Month so I'm going to post one poem each day during this month. The first one is from my book Ordinary Things: Poems From a Walk in Early Spring. This is a timely poem because here in New Hampshire the days and nights are still pretty cold. It's supposed to be spring--according to the calendar--but on most days it sure doesn't feel that way.
wind
the calendar says its early spring
but the wind pretends not to know
it reaches with bone-cold fingers
inside my coat to rattle my ribs
it swoops down into my mouth
and stuns my tongue, steals my voice
it whispers secrets past my ear a
blur of words too fast too low
from Ordinary Things: Poems From a Walk in Early Spring
ORDINARY THINGS is still my absolute favorite spring poetry book. I read "Daffodils" to my class today. And used it on my blog last Friday when I hosted Poetry Friday. Can't wait to see what else you post this spring!
ReplyDeleteMy favorite book and poem hands down. I love using this poem for personification.
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