April Fools Day After – (6 for April)
April Fools Day After
Some crease in the calendar
folds February
into April
and we wake to white-out,
the wind trying to blow snow back
to when it belonged,
trees shaking
knobbed fingers,
while the cold, careless of the scold,
settles over us like an officious white hen, covering
our near-hatch
not only with down
but a new white shell (no yolk
intended.)
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This is my sixth poem for April National Poetry month, this one for Margaret Bednar’s prompt on Nature at Real Toads.
The above picture is from this morning–actually yesterday was more dramatic with snow, sun, and “snow devils”–little whirlwinds of snow. Below is a pic of the night before the storm.
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April 4, 2016 at 8:29 am
I was reading about the Alberta Clipper this morning and thought the name sounded so cool… of course, cool enough for you when new snow is dumped on you in April!
I love the metaphor of the hen for the feathery snowfall. It sounds so pretty.
April 4, 2016 at 6:20 pm
It is very pretty–more so yesterday when it was sunny and windy–today a bit grey! But still pretty when the flakes are falling. k.
April 4, 2016 at 8:55 am
while the cold, careless of the scold,
settles over us like an officious white hen, covering
our near-hatch
Such beauty such awe in your lines 😀
April 4, 2016 at 9:52 am
😉
All it took was driving to work this morning in a couple inches of snow to make me forget it’s spring… back to winter, oh the long long winter. Thankfully this is not actually true!
April 4, 2016 at 6:19 pm
Ha. k.
April 4, 2016 at 10:20 am
Ha, we are supposed to have flurries this week. Spring is the biggest tease I know.
April 4, 2016 at 6:19 pm
so right. k .
April 4, 2016 at 10:27 am
The seasons just don’t want to respect boundaries any more, do they?Doubtless our own fault, but disconcerting, nonetheless. I loved the chicken metaphor you hatched, and also the opening is very nicely imagined, k, with the folding months. Sorry i can’t seem to make a more insightful comment–but hopefully will get better soon.
April 4, 2016 at 6:19 pm
Hopefully, will get so you feel great as soon as possible and comment a-okay. k.
April 4, 2016 at 10:34 am
even though I was born in March, i like how you made it a crease in the calendar.
April 4, 2016 at 6:18 pm
Ha, thanks.
April 4, 2016 at 3:59 pm
We received just a dusting of snow this morning, but no one is happy in this foolish weather.
April 4, 2016 at 4:35 pm
Ha. We have ten inches. k.
April 4, 2016 at 7:32 pm
Nice poem, K, about your prolonged winter. This weekend we had the top down and traveled to Brenham with the Early Ford V8 Club. The top is still down and I took it to the mail box. We haven’t had a freeze this winter, very unusual even for Southeast Texas.
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April 4, 2016 at 7:47 pm
It is cruel to endure snow in April. Poor you!
April 5, 2016 at 12:14 am
Oh winter how you steal from spring
April 5, 2016 at 1:05 am
once you get going 🙂 another fine pen, k ~
April 5, 2016 at 11:40 pm
“while the cold, careless of the scold,
settles over us like an officious white hen,”
and the opening three lines – pure genius as well.
You outdid yourself with the photos and poem. Thank you. Truly enjoyed from down south were cold is 40 degrees (sorry)
April 7, 2016 at 3:41 am
Love the introductory image of a crease in the calendar… like an unfolding of alternatives…And the final ‘no yolk’ is priceless…