Monday, February 22, 2016

Monday's Poetry: "Late February"

by Pa Rock
Poetry Appreciator

The past few days have been beautiful, a most welcome break from cold weather and the ice storm that came through a little more than a week ago, seemingly to punctuate the end the winter.  The ground hog said we were done with winter, and he appears to have been right.

Today's poem, "Late February" by Ted Kooser,  looks at the precise moment when winter scoots out of the way and the world opens itself to spring.

Bring on the warm breezes, and baby chicks, and farmers suddenly appearing in their gardens as unexpected as tulips!

Late February
by Ted Kooser

The first warm day,   
and by mid-afternoon   
the snow is no more   
than a washing
strewn over the yards,
the bedding rolled in knots   
and leaking water,   
the white shirts lying   
under the evergreens.   
Through the heaviest drifts   
rise autumn’s fallen   
bicycles, small carnivals   
of paint and chrome,   
the Octopus
and Tilt-A-Whirl   
beginning to turn
in the sun. Now children,   
stiffened by winter   
and dressed, somehow,   
like old men, mutter   
and bend to the work   
of building dams.
But such a spring is brief;   
by five o’clock
the chill of sundown,   
darkness, the blue TVs   
flashing like storms
in the picture windows,   
the yards gone gray,   
the wet dogs barking   
at nothing. Far off   
across the cornfields
staked for streets and sewers,   
the body of a farmer   
missing since fall
will show up
in his garden tomorrow,   
as unexpected
as a tulip.

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