Friday, November 14, 2014

Poetry Friday: Weather Snafu

Tonight, I sit listening to the news with wide eyes and a stunned look. I just heard the word snow repeated several times. When I was a child living in Central New York, it was not unusual to have snow fall gently around Thanksgiving holiday but I have never seen snow this early. 

Because of nature's surprise, I have found a poem to lead into my third zeno composed from an AccuWeather.com weather report headline.

Early October Snow 
by Robert Haight

It will not stay.
But this morning we wake to pale muslin
Stretched across the grass.
The pumpkins, still in the fields, are planets
shrouded by clouds.
The Weber wears a dunce cap
and sits in the corner by the garage
where asters wrap scarves
around their necks to warm their blooms.
The leaves, still soldered to their branches
by a frozen drop of dew, splash
apple and pear paint along the roadsides.
It seems we have glanced out a window
into the near future, mid-December, say,
the black and white photo of winter
carefully laid over the present autumn,
like a morning we pause at the mirror
inspecting the single strand of hair
that overnight has turned to snow.

This poem has a strong visual that is in sharp contrast to the collage I created for the Finding Fall Gallery. 

CVarsalona Fall 2014

Adapted from brinvy.biz image

I am in the midst of listening to weather reports and collecting original poems and photos for the Finding Fall Gallery. It is my hope to have an amazing collection of autumn splendor by early December.  You can send your offering to cvarsalona@gmail.com.  

Now it is time to stroll over to Poetry Friday, hosted by Keri Collins Lewis. There you will find Keri's tribute to her Dad and many other offerings from the Poetry Friday writers.