WELCOME TO POETRY FRIDAY
The recent blanketing of snow is just what I've been waiting for. Not because I like to shovel, but because it's the perfect time to share a snowy day poem. With her permission, I'm sharing Diane Mayr's poem, her gift to me for the Winter Poem Swap along with a delicious poetry collection entitled The Bees, by British Poet Laureate Carol Ann Duffy. How lucky for me that Diane took a break from her amazing Kud-dos to Emily project to participate in the Winter Poem Swap. Keep an eye on her blog Random Noodling for haiku paired with Emily Dickinson's poetry.
A Snowy Monday
early morning
silence before
the snow plow
snow day
no good reason not to
have another cup
they check
the root cellar
for a nose
from the safety
of a snowy hemlock
house sparrows scold
knitting
a little color
into the day
radiator clink
the smell of wet wool
mittens
~dmayr
Poets.org says "While the haiku and the painting in a haiga share the same space, they are meant to complement, and not explain, one another." And the poem "A Snowy Monday" does just that. The eye takes in a scene so familiar to those of us who live in the north, while the ear hears the plow rumbling by, birds chattering, the radiator churning out heat, and the nose inhales the aroma of brewed coffee or tea. It's the last olfactory detail that really makes me love this poem. It brought me right back to my childhood - "the smell of wet wool mittens."
Skip over to These 4 Corners for the Poetry Roundup. Thanks, Paul!
