Saint Louis Lesson

POSTED IN contemporary poetry December 6, 2013

Saint Louis Lesson

Yesterday the puddle pooled its chilly molecules.
I watched it grow as former snow flowed
below the lawn to where mud offered cupped embrace
then rendered reformed crystals a softer, more reflective glaze.

By today the tiny pond projected tall pines,
invited fat robins and frisky squirrels to drink and bathe;
their stone bath and hung feeders shrugged in tired ice.
I thought I saw a spring thing happen here.

But I am from where tropics mumble nature’s metaphors,
grumble from space edge clouds and lurking swamps,
where warm and warmer dull distinction.
By afternoon another snow ended the lesson.

 

 

 

 

 

Rick Eyerdam