Sonnet for the Nones of April
(5 April 2006)
Spotted wintergreen peeks through sheet of snow;
red-tailed hawk leaves nest in flurry of wings,
when catbird chuckles and mockingbird sings.
Frail islets vanish in river’s spring flow.
No tracks show in field; where does rabbit go?
Deer tick grasps a branch, and black spider clings
to unseen threads, anchored on unknown things.
Branches crackle at flight of sudden doe.
Mysteries hide in sweeping cumulus,
clippering eastward away over hill,
bearing rich cargoes of precious vapor.
Wind piles up winter’s last tumulus:
a hillock of snow, melting with good will,
crystals shining with dissolving luster.
Yeah, I’m a little unclear about that line, myself. It’s “to unseen threads, etc. …” so it’s joined to spider at the previous line, but the meter is still a bit raw. I like the sentiment. Not sure the word choice is right.
Maybe my meter is off, but “unseen threads, anchored on unknown things” seems a little off. Othewise, I liked it a lot.
Maybe my meter is off, but “unseen threads, anchored on unknown things” seems a little off. Othewise, I liked it a lot.
Yeah, I’m a little unclear about that line, myself. It’s “to unseen threads, etc. …” so it’s joined to spider at the previous line, but the meter is still a bit raw. I like the sentiment. Not sure the word choice is right.