Spring Takes Time – 2

In my post, Spring Takes Time, I wrote that I was reading Winter Morning Walks: one hundred postcards to Jim Harrison, by Ted Kooser (Carnegie Mellon University Press Pittsburgh 2000). I finished reading and now am rereading some of the poems, to also study craft. The last poem in the book is “march 20 The vernal equinox.”

The Published Works Page at Ted Kooser’s site lists and describes his books. Winter Morning Walks was when the author was recovering from cancer treatment. The Cover Painting is also by Ted Kooser.

Some time ago, when I was growing past a health chapter, I read from books and journals, and thought, “Oh, this would have been good to read then.” But the book or journal design was difficult for me to read during recovery. However, as I read Winter Morning Walks, I appreciated the book design. The poetry, print, space around the poems, and being able to write again.

And regarding our post, Garden Notes: Birds, Karl saw a robin yesterday, March 21, 2023.

So many ways to create. Different gifts and seasons. All works together. I also read poems by Emily Dickinson yesterday – will write more in another post.


Poems and Photo

I was reading a book and watching the trees. It is cold, but they know spring is here. Then I thought about changes in the yard over the years, and also what has endured and grown. And I remembered some poems and searched for a few more in our archives, and selected these for today’s post.

small flowers
old leaves and snow

forsythia by the garage
bright petals and beauty
for all to see along the road

in the area
where we had
to take a tree down
new peony leaves

different shapes
of the rose bush
and lilacs in the yard
they grew towards
the light

with all the ways
life can change
still they bloom
every year
daylilies and hosta

Photo by Karl – Easter Lily 2010

Garden Notes: Birds

We began here several years ago, and now the blog is a record of our seasons, which continues now. I thought I would look back and review some posts.

A few petunias
snapdragons, gold and white mums
the robins are gone.

Holding in my heart
as days become cold and dark
robins will return.

PEGASUS 1994 (print journal) and reprinted in a post September 22, 2018.

On Monday, we saw and heard red-winged blackbirds in Oostburg, Wisconsin. March 10, 2021

I heard, but did not see, an owl the other night.
Yesterday, I saw robins.
March 16, 2012

I saw the first robin in the yard today. March 21, 2015

early morning
and wondering
how best to work
Karl calls to me –
first robin in the yard

March 22, 2021

yesterday I saw
my first robin

Karl heard a cardinal
singing in the yard

and we followed the song
to the bird in a tree

April 4, 2022

Photo by Petr Ganaj on Pexels.com

Spring Takes Time

Spring takes time here, and grateful to be able to watch for all the changes.

I am reading Winter Morning Walks: one hundred postcards to Jim Harrison, by Ted Kooser (Carnegie Mellon University Press Pittsburgh 2000). You can visit The Official Website of Poet: Ted Kooser, Supported by The University of Nebraska-Lincoln.

And I created some posts at Easter And Spring Poetry, and hope to write and design more this year.

April is National Poetry Month, and there are a few posts at Poems For Bulletin Boards. Readers are welcome to reprint my poems with credit for the site.

Photo by Brett Sayles on Pexels.com
Photo by Brett Sayles on Pexels.com

found an old journal

I bought the 10th Anniversary Edition of One Thousand Gifts, by Ann Voskamp. The new introduction for this edition was written by Ann Voskamp in late October 2020. The Page for the book at Ann’s site has a picture of the cover and more information.

And a few of my haiku blessings:

found an old journal
more blessings noted
than I knew

reading journals
new generation of poets
since I began

garden journal
through the seasons
every photo a prayer

poem credit:

“garden journal” was the Daily Haiku: Nov. 4, 2019 at Charlotte Digregorio’s Writer’s Blog.

Photo by Karl – May 2020

spruce tree branches

Snow falls this winter March day, and the trees are beautiful through the seasons.

spruce tree branches
by the windows
each day a painting

poem credit:

WestWard Quarterly, Winter 2021 – Shirley Anne Leonard is the Editor, and Dr. Richard Leonard is the Publisher.