Season Envy
It is winter here in Florida. The azaleas are in bloom. The air is sweetened by the dazzling and lovely orange blossoms. The sun is shining. I get the morning paper in a sun dress. I love Florida for these reasons. However, I still miss the four seasons I grew-up with in Michigan. The poem below was written to try and express my nostalgic feelings.
Shelving Snowfalls
Carrying pine knots and
Petoskey stones
red maple leaves
and skies lit till ten o’clock
I forgo seasons
replaced by
fire ants
and swollen air
I unpack black crows
and shelve snowfalls
and frost bitten pinky toes
Cider Mills with
Indian Summer honeybees
lolling in apple trees drunk
on warm doughnut-candied air.
I miss the trumpet songs from daffodils
rewarding thaws
with the songs of spring.
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anne | Mar 1, 2008 | Reply
I got your winter snowfalls right here….and wow, does it suck.
Come on up.
chuck zamek | Mar 2, 2008 | Reply
anne: loosen up. Spring is just around the corner. It was really nice in Michigan yesterday (several times). Rachie, it is a beautiful piece.
Love, Dad
Rachel | Mar 2, 2008 | Reply
Father, you best watch your back.
When Anne digs herself out of that snow drift she’s currently burried under, she’s not going to have much of a sence of humor.
Emily | Mar 12, 2008 | Reply
Like Chuck said, Rachel, it’s a beautiful piece. If I didn’t live up here, I would also miss the way snow muffles noise and reflects light in the city, and the sounds of the spring thaw. Like Anne said, come on up!