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Saturday, March 19, 2011

"March" - Northern Harrier



Northern Harrier, also known as a "Marsh Hawk," hunting across a salt marsh on the Atlantic coast


"March"
At the tail end of the winter
March plods
through endless dour days
marked by brownish gloom.

While beneath the cold earth's floor
the secret songs
of flowers
are building to a roar.

Spring fed - suddenly
the crocus blooms
Shouts out
"Wake up! Wake up!"

The yellow faces yell
"Bend down
and kiss me!"
Take in the lemon smell.

The sun will shine,
the warmth will come
then we will all be well.

Robin R Robinson

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   Yesterday, it soared to 65 degrees here with a warm, southerly breeze. Portland, Maine set a record breaking 68. I worked in my gardens for hours for the first time since last fall. It felt so good! As if by magic, the first crocuses of the year popped out of the ground. While I clipped, pruned, raked and hauled debris, more and more of them opened before my eyes. They escorted me by the hand to this sappy verse.
     This morning, before I opened my eyes, I felt cold air. Through the window came the cool, blue light of falling snow.

9 comments:

  1. Thank you, Paul. Poetry or verse are both hard sells unless it's for Hallmark or some dark, broadside of yesteryear.

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  2. Not "sappy"! The promise of spring makes us forever young. Great shot (as always) of the harrier, too.
    AtHomePilgrim
    March 20, 2011 08:48 AM

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  3. Marie Rodgers commented on your note ""March" - Northern Harrier".
    Marie wrote: "Hey, I liked the verse, sappy or not. Thank those crocuses for me!"

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  4. Harry Tyler commented on your note ""March" - Northern Harrier".
    Harry wrote: "Enjoy you nature-note comments. Up here in Hallowell, Red-wings are just appearing."

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  5. That's beautiful! 65 degrees?! Lucky you!

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  6. I love the poem, beautifully done!!

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  7. Lisa, Thanks so much. But, the 65 was woefully short lived. Today we will be getting five inches of snow. Oh well, the old timers used to say it was "poor man's fertilizer." It will help the flowers to come up.

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