April,
I am starved for light,
bring
a little, please,
to
the window
where
I can see summer
lolling
about the hills afar off.
Ah,
yes, I see her now,
shoeless
in leaves of grass,
picking
blackberries,
Sonnet
18 nearing couplet.
April,
you’re a long way from summer,
but
at least I can see her from here.
©
2017 Jennifer Wagner
“Distinctive
realms appear to us when we look and hear by poem-light.” - Jane Hirshfield,
Ten Windows. Happy Poetry Month with appreciation
to poems by Sandburg, Heaney and Shakespeare.
13 comments:
It may not be warm but we DO have all this daylight. It fills me with hope.
Summer was my season too...
I love poems that personify time and seasons - and you have done that beautifully here. A stunning little poem with wonderfully sketched images. I am truly in that - summer-can't-get-here-fast-enough - head space and thoroughly enjoyed this. Smiles.
you won't believe it but we had even snow here last week - spring and summer though will come eventually - i so need need some sun as well...
Ah, the sense of a season, so well seen, Jennifer.
__ Winter can be cumbersome here, but Spring, Summer and Fall, bring different magic into every imagination. _m
Yes, sun please! I like how you wrote this, kind of playful but sincere.
Soon...soon..sigh.
May your tomorrow be bright :) ~
This is gorgeous and brilliant…and I love how you open your poem!
May is here, with all the light you might crave... actually I'm soon hungry for night
That's lovely.
Just found your page, and I am loving it already.
Spring comes slowly here in Maine, but I am sure we enjoy it more because of that.
I love all the sounds, such as "Sand shifts this brittle, black driftwood mood." And I love the surprising shift to the beautiful last part. The perfect poems for a mother, I suspect: wing tips etched by her sanderlings.
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