With the trees beginning to flower, I like to think of Carl Sandburg's description of spring: A STORM of white petals, Buds throwing open baby fists Into hands of broad flowers. That line alternates with the song Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree.
Here's the rest of the poem:
The Year
I
A STORM of white petals,
Buds throwing open baby fists
Into hands of broad flowers.
II
Red roses running upward,
Clambering to the clutches of life
Soaked in crimson.
III
Rabbles of tattered leaves
Holding golden flimsy hopes
Against the tramplings
Into the pits and gullies.
IV
Hoarfrost and silence:
Only the muffling
Of winds dark and lonesome—
Great lullabies to the long sleepers.
3 comments:
Very unique. Kind of a violent way to describe spring. You normally wouldn't think of violence and spring joining together. I like it. And I like that you are acknowledging spring on your blog. It certainly does not feel like spring here in Utah, even though the calendar states that it is.
That just reminded me. Do you remember freshman year when we packed away all our winter clothes the first day it got sunny? We were SOOOO excited to get out of winter, and both being from warm climates, assumed sunshine meant spring had sprung....and then we were slammed with a snowstorm a few days later.
Yeah, Spring has always seemed like a pretty violent time, so much change, so stormy, but so much life.
I do remember that year and I also seem to remember that you were smart and pulled your winter stuff back out and I was stubborn and spent the rest of the month FREEZING.
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