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Friday, February 18, 2011

Full snow moon, for Poetry Friday

Taken before December's lunar eclipse
Today is the Full Snow Moon, according to the Farmers' Almanac, named so by native tribes of the north and east who saw winter's heaviest snow this month. Some tribes called this moon the Full Hunger Moon because harsh weather made hunting difficult.

Elsewhere I've seen it called the Opening Buds Moon―a name I like much better. Storm Moon, Wolf Moon, and Candles Moon also came up.

I love the moon, but not the snow. I love the fullness, I love the white, I love the hope residing there and spilling out. But no, oh no, I do not love the snow. And I am plotting my escape from future winters.

Nevertheless, I bring you a delightful full snow moon poem from the pen of children's author and poet Kelly Fineman, who blogs generously and thoughtfully over at Writing and Ruminating.

Snow Moon

Around the moon,
a ring of mist
foretells the ground
will soon be kissed
by snow.


In my neighborhood, the snow has been melting into ragged cities that jut upward from puddles in turrets and gables. I wished I'd had my camera in hand when I was at Cedar Beach last weekend. Gulls were parading past a line of scruffy snow castles and their moats, wearing the same shades of white and gray that the snow was. It would have been a good picture for today's post. Today, the snow peaks are much lower than they were then, and it's supposed to go up to 65 degrees. So, there!

Here's a bonus poem to pay homage to the melting, dirty snow.

Photo by littleyiye (Flickr Creative Commons)
Crows

     by Valerie Worth

When the high
Snows lie worn
To rags along
The muddy furrows,

And the frozen
Sky frays, drooping
Gray and sodden
To the ground,

The sleek crows
Appear, flying
Low across the
Threadbare meadow

To jeer at
Winter's ruin
With their jubilant
Thaw, thaw, thaw!


Mary Ann has the Poetry Friday roundup today at Great Kid Books. Stop by to fill up on poetry goodies!




"Snow Moon"
 © Kelly R. Fineman 2011.
All rights reserved.

16 comments:

Jane Heitman Healy said...

I've had enough snow, too, Toby. Thanks for these poetic antidotes!

Doraine Bennett said...

Oh, Wow! I love that last line--Thaw, thaw, thaw! How unexpected and perfect.

laurasalas said...

Two gorgeous poems! I love snow and the moon, so I took Kelly's poem into my heart. Loved it. And really liked Valerie Worth's too. Love that threadbare meadow!

Carlie said...

What a great ending that second poem has! I love the idea of the crows saying thaw thaw thaw. That makes me very happy. I am so over winter too. Spring sounds divine, literally.

I think Opening Buds Moon is much better.

Robyn Hood Black said...

Wonderful poems, Toby - thanks for sharing. I've been literally counting crows and caws today - it's the first day of the Great Backyard Bird Count. :0) And it feels like spring.

jama said...

Enjoyed both poems, Toby -- and like you, I DO NOT like the snow. "Thaw thaw thaw" is perfect!

Toby Speed said...

I'm not sure when spring comes to the northern plains, but I hope you have some thawing soon, Jane!

Dori, I wish I had written those lines. That's how I usually feel about Valerie Worth's poems.

Laura, thank you! I searched for a photo of a threadbare meadow, but couldn't find one. We can certainly picture it, though.

Carlie, yes, let's do a chant to bring on the Opening Buds Moon. Soon.

Robyn, I read your blog about the backyard bird count. What a great project!

Jama, today's melting was pretty wonderful, wasn't it? I got home and the mountains of snow were way lower than they'd been this morning. :)

Tara said...

I'm with the crows jeering at this awful winter...thanks for sharing this one!

Amy LV said...

Oh Toby! It is so good to see some Toby-Skies again. Thank you for these gathering moons and birds and skies and words. (Yes, that rhyme again.) A.

Toby Speed said...

Tara and Amy, it can't be spring soon enough for me this year! Amy, I've been photographing some more skies, but haven't used them yet. Soon!

Clara Gillow Clark said...

I loved the crow's crying, "Thaw, thaw, thaw!" I am not close friends with snow, but Ice, on the other hand--well, let's just say we have a very chilly relationship!

Jeni said...

I really enjoyed Kelly's poem (and I am so tired of the snow!). Do you remember the boxes of Cheerios with copies of "All the World" inside, and how you tried to buy a box of cereal with the book inside, but your store didn't carry those boxes? I have an extra one now (went grocery shopping for more Cheerios yesterday) and would like to mail you my extra copy. :) Please e-mail your address to me at bell.jeni at gmail.com and I'll send it to you. Happy weekend!

Janet said...

I enjoyed the poems. I, too, loved the 'thaw, thaw, thaw!' at the end of the poem. I love writing poetry, but I have a lot to learn

Toby Speed said...

Clara, your ice joke cracked me up (hehe).

Jeni, that is so nice of you! I'll send you my email address.

Janet, many thanks for stopping by for a visit!

kellyrfineman said...

Better late than never, yes? What a lovely post you put together. I love Valerie Worth's work, but this is one I hadn't seen. Those crows with their "thaw, thaw, thaw" are marvelous.

Best,
Kelly

Toby Speed said...

Hi Kelly, thanks for the kind words, and thanks, too, for being part of my full snow moon post. :)