Spring Morning
To approach the poem at the end of your mind
you must keep walking through this new-fallen,
savage-but-sweet April snow. It is, after all,
National Poetry Month all month long, and you
just need to keep going through milky pre-dawn
darks, across the ghostly outline of the labyrinth
to the west of the house, moving without tracks,
without startling the young rabbits grazing
on frost-stiffened grass or halting the rapturous
circling of eagles coursing over black waters
like sails of windmills. Dare to cross over
the Cannon River’s thinnest sheen of renewed ice
on a bridge of concrete and milled steel, knowing
that these cantilevers of form will carry you forever
toward the setting sun at dawn, will guide you
gently, inexorably, down
toward all that waits tangled, unfurled,
glittering but (as yet) unborn.
Leslie Schultz
Thanks to the reader who pointed out yesterday’s missing link to the poem, “A Jar of Buttons,” by Ted Kooser. I have added it to yesterday’s post, and it is also HERE. One of the books I am most looking forward to reading is Kooser’s The Poetry Home Repair Kit published in 2007 by the University of Nebraska Press.
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Until tomorrow, Leslie
We are in the midst of a heavy snow. There are very puzzled robins in the back garden!
As we gear up for 60 degrees tomorrow followed by large chances of snow, your photos and poems of hope are uplifting! In fact, this may have been sent as the snow flew around your own home and yard! Keep that promise of spring coming in your poems, Leslie!