Staff Poet: Loretta Strharsky
I searched for a poem written in days past
So I wouldn’t have to write a new one
Addressing April and coming May
But none is suited
For today’s wind today’s rain
Today’s search for the prospects of spring
So I sigh
Take a sip of this morning’s coffee
Which has been sitting on my desk for hours
Waiting for me to remember it’s there.
I’ll carry my cup outside
I’ll survey the grasses
Native, not cultivated
Still dry from lack of snow
As I muddle through the landscape of my thoughts
I am distracted by robins.
One carries still dry pieces of grass
Settling softly on a covered porch lamp
Gently placing its finding on other garnered treasures already gathered
He flies away and she comes
With her own contribution of native, not cultivated
I have found
Spring
With the blessings of native grasses, two robins
And a cold cup of coffee
04/24/2020