snow power

illustration by Julie Rohan Zoch

what’s under the white snow?

 

when I see the snowflake design on the weather report

I freeze, breathless!

forget to consider it a blanket

keeping the roots intact

sheltering the fungus which converts soil to new life

and lets me view light

and all the colors of its rainbow:

energy for my soul!

Weathering the Seasons

shape yourself for sun

wind, snow, rain, roots, trunk, branches:

seeds each born again

Definition #161 Four Women

Four Women
Quenby’s Fortieth Birthday
March 25, 2015

Four Women share sun:

wisdom, roots, blond, brunette hairs:

Sedona’s magic!

Footnotes:

In the Christian tradition, today is Annunciation Day, commemorating the announcement to the Virgin Mary by the Angel Gabriel that she would give birth to the Messiah
It’s the birthday of the feminist writer and activist who said, “A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle”:Gloria Steinem
 “I’m a full-time believer in writing habits, pedestrian as it all may sound.
 And the fact is if you don’t sit there every day, the day it would come well, you won’t be sitting there.”
Flannery O’Connor

Leaving the Motherland

bee comes along…picks up the pollen…

bee alights
pollen sticks
seed blows
roots
buds

you’ve left mother:
found soil.

air, water, fire, earth:
elementary.

Children Without TV #40 Miss Spring

Oliver and Annika explain the appearance of Mrs Snowthaw, the Lady Spring!

She melts the snow, calls
the birds, seedlings, roots, babies:
verdant beginnings!

Riddle#19 Bike Trails

Bike Trails

Let’s get the little ones shredding!
Tearing up roots, gathering fagots,
Sweeping with branches, leaves and debris.
Beckoning pathways for bikes, ATVs.

Tearing up roots, gathering fagots,
Mitten-ed hands scoop them up swiftly
Break off the icicles crisply.

Sweeping with branches, leaves and debris.
Working construction so all can now see
The free-styling pathway country.

Beckoning pathways for bikes, ATVs.
Temples of trees making way for the speed;
Backyard flow tracks for the bucks and the steeds!

Riddle#10 Fungus

Here is my first CLIMBING RHYME POEM:

Fungus
(“Easy, greaz-y, there’s a fungus among us.” Gary Moore)

Fungus in a tree
teases me to see
if I will fly to munch
mushrooms for lunch.

A bunch of roots
scrambling for my boots

climbing ‘tween my toes
to close the gap
of sap and growth,

lap dancing for me.

Look at this poem closely. The rhymes are not only at the end, but appear throughout in different places, like in African chants called g-hazels. There is a long history in poetry of rhymes being used in work chants such that one person starts a chant to set a rhythm to make the work go more smoothly and entertain other workers. Then the poem is handed off to another worker who keeps the rhythm but adds to the rhyme. In Africa, workers built reputations for being excellent rhymers or great game players in this form of poetry competition.
The CLIMBING RHYME has it’s history in Burma and the Burmese language only has one syllable words, but here in the US adaptations are needed.
Here is a graph for this poem.
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