Weekly Geeks are celebrating Poetry Month this week. Chris writes:
April is National Poetry Month in the US and Canada. It is “a celebration of poetry first introduced in 1996 by the Academy of American Poets as a way to increase awareness and appreciation of poetry.”
We’re invited to celebrate poetry in any way we would like to…and I have decided to celebrate the Spring a bit. Here in Northern California there are many signs of spring in April…the hills turn a magnificent green, the wildflowers are everywhere, the redbud bursts into vibrant color, and the days turn sunny and warm. But it is really spring for me when the baby animals start showing up in the pastures…the tiny calves who romp around their grazing mothers, the colts with their long necks and longer legs, and the woolly lambs who kick up their feet and frolic.
The other day I happened to drive down one of the many country roads in our county. Around a bend in the road, the trees parted to reveal a large, grassy pasture with two sheep and two adorable lambs. Luckily I had my camera with me and stopped to snap a few photos. I thought that along with those photos, this poem was an appropriate celebration of Spring:
by John Clare (1920)
The spring is coming by a many signs;
The trays are up, the hedges broken down,
That fenced the haystack, and the remnant shines
Like some old antique fragment weathered brown.
And where suns peep, in every sheltered place,
The little early buttercups unfold
A glittering star or two—till many trace
The edges of the blackthorn clumps in gold.
And then a little lamb bolts up behind
The hill and wags his tail to meet the yoe,
And then another, sheltered from the wind,
Lies all his length as dead—and lets me go
Close bye and never stirs but baking lies,
With legs stretched out as though he could not rise.