This week's round-up is hosted by Linda at Teacher Dance. She's worked some magic with anagrams and the new spring that comes with March. Just amazing, her poem.
I've been following A History of American Poets of the 20th Century with Lee Bennett Hopkins at Renee LaTulippe's No Water River. It's a rich presentation that includes readings from both Renee and Lee.
Episode three is poets of the 1940s. I fell for Harry Behn's poem, Trees and took Mr. Behn as my mentor this week.
I love that trees are kindest things for you
Your poem makes me want to share something too.
Snow days are most joyful days I know
Waking in a shhhhh-ed world of winter cold.
Happy kitchen sounds that brother makes,
pouring, mixing, flipping his best pancakes.
Hunting for mittens, scarf and boots
Dressed in a zipped-up down-filled snow suit.
|click on photo for LOC citation
Snow day brings bundled friends up the hill
racing sleds back down again - shrieking shrill.
When we are tired and worn down
Snow day’s blanket covers the ground.
My friends and I collapse to rest
Waving angels – our snow day best.
When snow day sun sinks toward snow night
My house throws out inviting light.
I go indoors to peel off all my layers
sipping hot cocoa an answered prayer.
I read a book by the radiator
Filling up on stories now and for later.
Finally, snow day’s moon rises ... glows
Finds me fast asleep on my pillow.
Thanks so much for stopping by. I am on a college preview tour with my high school senior. I may not respond to Poetry Friday comments and posts until later than usual. I'll catch up!
|Andō, Hiroshige, Artist. Kanbara. [Between 1833 and 1836, printed later] Photograph. Retrieved from the Library of Congress,
UPDATE! Today, is a snow day for me. Ha ha ha ha ha. I can have fun with some Poetry Friday before taking off for the weekend.