Sunday, April 27, 2014

"APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding 
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing 
Memory and desire, stirring 
Dull roots with spring rain. 
Winter kept us warm, covering 
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding 
A little life with dried tubers."

from The Waste Land
 T.S. Eliot

This weekend we curtailed our planned
activities as there was snow in the forecast,
while it did snow Saturday it melted as fast 
as it fell and today is lovely. However I was 
able  to get some more work done in the 
basement and while the majority of the books
 remain to be shelved I found some that I greeted
as old friends and others unread that I have 
yet to meet.

"When will I be most myself?
I remember what my father told me.
In my sleep it's never winter.
He was just past fifty then."

  from Something About The Trees
      Linda Pastan

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, 
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.” 

Kahlil Gibran
Sand and Foam?

We have been alternating here between the hopeful signs 
of spring and the return of winter. Helen and I have managed
to finish a long delayed project and converted one room in 
the basement into a library for some mysteries, science fiction,
my Darwin/biology books and the bulk of my poetry collection.
two more libraries and a wood working shop to go.


"Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?"

from The Summer Day
by Mary Oliver

Sunday, April 6, 2014

"My! it was fine, coming through the snow as the red sun 
was rising and showing against the black tree-trunks! As you 
went along in the stillness, every now and then masses 
of snow slid off the branches suddenly with a flop! 
making you jump and run for cover. Snow-castles and 
snow-caverns had sprung up out of nowhere in the night
--and snow bridges, terraces, ramparts--I could have stayed 
and played with them for hours. Here and there great 
branches had been torn away by the sheer weight of 
the snow, and robins perched and hopped on them in 
their perky conceited way, just as if they had done it 

from The Wind in the Willows
Kenneth Grahame

Friday the temperature went up and the snow has been melting.
"O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'   He chortled in his joy."
Though some might miss it.

Did someone say Release the Kraken(s) 

"Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand."

From The Stolen Child
W.B. Yeats