Welcome to Day 21 of my 30-Day Poetry Challenge!
Comment on today’s poem to win a copy of my poetry book, “(After) Confession… I’m giving away a copy every day. Scroll down below the poem for more details about this Poetry Challenge.
But first, congratulations, Jacki, for winning a free copy of my poetry book! (I do a raffle from those who commented on yesterday’s post.) Jacki, please email me your address so I can send your prize: firstname.lastname@example.org
Now onto today’s poem. Don’t forget to comment, and check back tomorrow to see if you’ve won!
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What is it about poets and seasons? Weather seems to bring a lot of emotional content for me, at least, and we get so much variety in Minnesota. So here’s another one, after spending the afternoon listening to music outside at a Record Store Day block party. I feel so rejuvenated!
Nobody can understand it
quite like we do in the North,
what it’s like to peel off long underwear, the layers,
wool socks, mittens, thick coat, knit scarves and hats,
step outside for the first time in forever
into the dance of the yellow afternoon,
feeling your skin sigh as this first warm air
after another long winter is done.
You can’t miss the glow, the smile on everyone’s face,
basking in a communal punch-drunk high. We
beam at each other, laugh, playfully flirt with
these newly-freed bodies. It is a strong infatuation
we have with Spring, all the sweetness of a new love,
We are giddy, intoxicated, our every cell
parched and starving, longing to be sun-drenched.
We are blissfully dizzy at the beginning
of this romance, woozy as a fat buzzing bee.
We know ecstasy today, our emotions awakening
in this 57 degrees.
Spring is new baby innocence, that sweet smell,
softest velvety skin. Spring is intricate butterfly
from dark cocoon. Spring is first kisses, sizzling
foreplay, a giddy, gaudy celebration.
But nothing is blooming yet. Tree branches are bare,
only hinting of buds. Snow still clings in small and
large patches. Yet this day, Spring is truly in the air,
warming us into whimsy, whispering green promises
into our ears. We can’t help but be smitten. We
smile at her loveliness, dance in her warm embrace,
and completely seize the day.
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- I’m writing and posting a new poem every day through the month of April (yikes!), for better or worse.
- AND, as a gift, I’m giving away a copy of my poetry book EVERY DAY this month. FREE!
- Sign up to WIN a copy of (After) Confession by just leaving a comment beneath the poem of the day.
- I will pick a winner every day in April! So comment every day for a new chance to win.
This month’s posts are part of the NaPoWriMo challenge — that’s National Poetry Writing Month. At NaPoWriMo.net, you’ll find links to other participating writers and their poetry. AND daily writing prompts for inspiration to write your own poems. Check them out.
I’m so looking forward to your comments– it doesn’t have to be about the poem. Write anything, share the name of your favorite poet or poem, write about the weather, whatever! And thanks for reading.
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