A Walk in March

by Grace Paley 

This hill

crossed with broken pines and maples

lumpy with the burial mounds of

uprooted hemlocks (hurricane

of ’38) out of their

rotting hearts generations rise

trying once more to become

the forest

just beyond them

tall enough to be called trees

in their youth like aspen a bouquet

of young beech is gathered

 

they still wear last summer’s leaves

the lightest brown almost translucent

how their stubbornness has decorated

the winter woods

 

on this narrow path ice tries

to keep the black undecaying oak leaves

in its crackling grip    it’s become

too hard to walk    at last a

sunny patch    oh!    i’m in water

to my ankles   APRIL

One more week and April will be here!  Spring advances!  Went on a walk with my son yesterday and saw an eagle!!!

The Illness

By R. A. Eaton

I’ve caught an illness
but it’s not contagious
not in my house anyway,
perhaps not in many.

I’m stricken with this sickness
several times a year.
It throws me off the track
and takes me from my work.

It seems to grab me
right before a deadline.
I wrestle and fight
but finally succumb…

And clean the house.

Well, been busy with the illness the past few days.  Must be spring cleaning.

 

The Instinct Of Hope

 by John Clare

Is there another world for this frail dust
To warm with life and be itself again?
Something about me daily speaks there must,
And why should instinct nourish hopes in vain?
'Tis nature's prophesy that such will be,
And everything seems struggling to explain
The close sealed volume of its mystery.
Time wandering onward keeps its usual pace
As seeming anxious of eternity,
To meet that calm and find a resting place.
E'en the small violet feels a future power
And waits each year renewing blooms to bring,
And surely man is no inferior flower
To die unworthy of a second spring?

Early Spring

 by Rainer Maria Rilke

Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,

hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees.

Yes!  Early Spring is here!

SING ME A SONG OF HOPE

by Sam Green

Sing me a song of hope

where the angels bless the world

Sing me a song of joy

where everyone has all they need

you poets of this earth

you plow the fields of words

so some think much things

in freedom of construction

in construction of freedom

Sing me a song of living

not blinded by the pain

Sing me a song of being

not bleeding in each others wounds

each may know

each may want

so each may understand

if we are to grow

sing me a song

I Don’t See Old

                                                                  

                                                  by Rhae A Eaton

            

I don’t see old

a sittin’ there

I don’t see wrinkles

or grey hair.

That’s not a wheelchair

not a cane

I don’t see bent

and that’s not pain.

I don’t see knuckles

swollen sore

a mind that wanders

out the door.

I see a story

wantin’ told

with lines of time

emblazoned gold.

I see a chariot

and a staff

an honor earned

along life’s path.

I see a badge

that time has pinned

upon your chest

that says “You Win”!

Today is my mom's 80th birthday so this is a great one to share!  Happy Birthday MOM!!! 

A Few Limericks

by Rhae Eaton

There once was a girl dressed in blue.

Who went to visit the zoo.

She climbed up a stair.

To see a giant bear.

And stepped in a pile of poo.

There once was a girl from Colville.               

Who found in a ditch a big bill.

Says she, "Let's shop!"                                                            

Day's end she did drop.                                                

Two bags were all she could fill.                       

There once was a girl from Colville.              

Who climbed to the top of a hill.

She saw the whole town.    

A long way down.       

And that was a wonderful thrill.   

Ok, that was fun!