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Spotted Salamander / © Bryan Pfeiffer


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

  1. Uwe Wagner says:

    Alles Schöne ist rätselhaft, selbst wenn wir in diesem Augenblick wissen, daß wir in einem Deja Vuh baden.

  2. Sonja says:

    Thank you!

  3. “Slimy slithering clowns”–love that image!

  4. Ruth Stewart says:

    And a powerful piece of imaginative, illustrative imagery too!

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