Wednesday, March 18, 2009

march bites

march bites the unwary
mouth open snapping
on low turning, moving sky cotton wisps
where winging fast birds
rise from napping
appear shot from a sling
dip low then soar far

keep jacket on, cap in hand
ready to zip up and button down
for after an hour’s pleasant sun
darker grey colors of change hover
ready to toss the covers from secret hiding
and leap, riding gusts on quick padded feet
so the next patter you hear
may be cold, hard rain drops splatter near

3 comments:

Annie said...

Wonderful rhythm, imagery and sound in this poem. It begs to be read aloud.

Annie said...

Hi Jack, This is the poem that made me think of e.e. cummings. I re-read your poem, and it doesn't have a mention of Spring in it! (Maybe it's the collective group of poems you wrote this week, with rivers and birds.) Anyway, this is a great poem you wrote.

jack sender said...

well, it does mention March and that's early Spring.