A Poem for Earth Day
- Being Human
- Being Outside
- Boston Globe
- Earth and Sky
- Photography and Optics
- What's This?
April is the carnal month.
The forest returns with cold, wet desire.
Blades of wild leeks slice through the rotting,
remains of autumn to release sweet-onion perfume.
A ruby-crowned kinglet, his head ablaze,
sings a hurried tee-tee-tee-tee, tew-tew-tew-tu-tu-tu-tu, teedle-dee! teedle-dee! teedle-dee!
A spring beauty broadcasts bolts of hot-pink lightning through maple woods
to lure a bumblebee that sips from virgin petals.
Spotted salamanders, naked black with yellow polka-dots, slimy slithering clowns,
crawl by night to forest pools for a vernal orgy.
April forsakes only winter
and none of our senses.
With apologies to T. S. Eliot, this is a poem (well, I think it’s a poem; as any legitimate poet can tell, I don’t really write poems) that I first offered on the blog a year ago (and have since edited). But April is worthy of poetry every year. Happy Earth Day, everyone. — Bryan