A Blogger's (Silent) Poetry Reading
At the invitation of Grace's Poppies (Thanks Reya!)
I wrote this in 1979 I think, while an undergrad at the University of Lethbridge. It had seemed like a particularly long, brown winter.
Spring Fever
We are restless beyond reason
The approaching vernal equinox
is melting the crystal lattice
of our winter-frozen spirits
The fresh-thawed liquid seeps into our veins
and with each returning gush to the heart
we feel
gut-struck
(sub-alpine meadows and alpine lakes
and the tamaracks turning green)
We are restless beyond reason
Our bodies sing
with the uncertain harmonies
of strings in a minor key.
I wrote this in 1979 I think, while an undergrad at the University of Lethbridge. It had seemed like a particularly long, brown winter.
Spring Fever
We are restless beyond reason
The approaching vernal equinox
is melting the crystal lattice
of our winter-frozen spirits
The fresh-thawed liquid seeps into our veins
and with each returning gush to the heart
we feel
gut-struck
(sub-alpine meadows and alpine lakes
and the tamaracks turning green)
We are restless beyond reason
Our bodies sing
with the uncertain harmonies
of strings in a minor key.
