
For Nelle
Under February
under snow
like sap climbing
up, up, up in a sweet
we need to boil down
spring is a verb
happening first
in crocuses

For Nelle
Under February
under snow
like sap climbing
up, up, up in a sweet
we need to boil down
spring is a verb
happening first
in crocuses
spring is a verb.
I like that.
Thanks, Georgia–I have Nelle to credit for the idea.
“spring is a verb” I like this so much. Reminds me of a tiger. It takes a sun-tiger’s energy to break the world free of the winter’s grasp. Another lovely poem, Susan.
Alice, thank you. As to the sun tiger–can I say here kitty, kitty? 😉
I’ll even open a can of salmon for that kitty.
Yay!
What a lovely poem. Wonderful. I can’t wait to see me first crocus of the year!
Lori, me too. I know they are there, waiting. The snow is a little too deep for them to break through yet here.
Very nice
Thank you, Celestine.
Nice… I like the idea of transformation to warmth, something to cling to on stormy days like today.
Thanks, Nelle. Had to use your “spring as a verb” idea here!
I really like the elegant simplicity in this poem and the way you integrate those clear images with motion. The movement of sap and “spring” as a verb; there is a nice symmetry here.
Jeremy, thanks! Oddly enough, I was watching The Daily Show shortly after writing this, and it had a segment on maple syrup dealing and addiction 😉