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