Wednesday won the prize. All day we had torrents of rain alternating with mist. Now and again it would dry out, then a sneaky drizzle would begin, followed by instantaneous massive flooding. There was no escape if you got caught in it.
After work I parked in the shopping center during one of those brief dry spells. I was in the second row of cars from the curb. What is that, 20 yards? I got out and made it ten feet before the drizzle came, and was soaked before I reached the curb.
Amazingly, despite the dark days, every morning I've awakened to the most joyful sound of birds singing in the trees outside my window, chirping their little hearts out.
This week, too, I've been enjoying former Poet Laureate Ted Kooser's book Delights & Shadows, and I found a poem that seems just right. I love it for its simplicity and for the way the poet wraps so much sensory information―sound, temperature, heaviness, thirst―around a single idea.
The Early Bird
Still dark, and raining hard
on a cold May morning
and yet the early bird
is out there chirping,
chirping its sweet-sour
and the rest is here.
I'd like to add my congratulations to J. Patrick Lewis on being named the third U.S. Children's Poet Laureate! I was so excited to hear the news, as I love Pat's work. His humor, wordplay, intelligence with language, child-friendliness and range of subject matter make him an excellent choice for this award. We are so lucky! Congrats to Pat!
I reviewed his wonder-ful book, Skywriting: Poems to Fly, in September. If you step over to last week's Poetry Friday menu at Jama's, you'll find links to many more posts about J. Patrick Lewis.
The poetry roundup today is at The Drift Record.