The Poetry Friday round up is at Tricia’s blog, The Miss Rumphius Effect.
Bleak February is here, and everywhere is tapestry of brown and grey. The snow from last week’s storm has just about melted away, but the forecast for tomorrow morning is…snow. Ugh. I believe the time has come to think Spring.
I’ve been looking through seed catalogues and gardening books, trying to plan a garden at our farm. I’m thinking peonies and delphiniums, some lavender and definitely some hydrangeas. Every seed catalogue promises and entices…and I’d much rather be thinking flowers, than thinking February.
February: Thinking of Flowers by Jane Kenyon
Now wind torments the field,
turning the white surface back
on itself, back and back on itself,
like an animal licking a wound.
Nothing but white–the air, the light;
only one brown milkweed pod
bobbing in the gully, smallest
brown boat on the immense tide.
A single green sprouting thing
would restore me. . . .
Then think of the tall delphinium,
swaying, or the bee when it comes
to the tongue of the burgundy lily.