Old pond,
frog jumps in…
no sound at all.
Posted in Poetry at April 28th, 2010.
“Who can depart that never came,
return that never left?”
-Virginia Scott Miner (1901-1982)
poet, teacher, and friend
When first lilac leaves arrive,
we turn toward warmth
with the rolling home
that gathers
no loss.
“Nothing is so beautiful as spring–
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing…”
from “Spring,” by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-89)
Here it comes! Green tongues poke up out of the snow. Wind wags them
and their soft sighing song begins on slopes, in hollars, along streams.
The Big Wheel has done spun us back around to this revival.
It’s good to be seen by your eyes. Here’s some Spring poems for them: