Monday, May 4 – “I watch the spring come slow-ly”
Traveling north to south or south to north during season-changing time lets trees and ground plants show their stuff to visitors. Readers from where I live this early May morning will recognize how much farther north it is in mid-Maine. Sometimes if we get lucky and have time, we can catch three or four spring-unfolding times with a little traveling. Poet Rhonda Neshama Waller offers readers who live south of her a taste of what down here was weeks ago — “warm sun, after a week of rain, hail, snow.” In Detroit, most of our leaves have spread almost to full size, tulips have already blown our minds. Which part of spring is more beautiful? “Yes.”
Have a great weekend.
Sonnet May 10
Almost mid-May, I watch the spring come slow-
ly day by day, pale lime-green moving up
from Sheepscot Valley towards my mountaintop,
up here the leaves still furled. Two eagles flew,
late afternoon, just past the east window.
Today, wild violets everywhere I step,
bright golden dandelions on the slope,
warm sun, after a week of rain, hail, snow.
Remembering to match my pace to this,
to note the details of each day’s new turn,
the distant hills still patched with lavender,
deep green of fir, the changing moments pass.
For dinner I’ll have buttered fiddlehead fern,
The daffodils are opening in the grass.
“Spring Comes to Maine” by Rhoda Neshama Waller.
Presented here by poet submission.
Art credit: “Two adults from the local Bald Eagle family,” photograph taken August 19, 2012, near Pembroke, Maine (USA), perhaps.