Heidi Mordhorst hosts today’s Poetry Friday roundup at My Juicy Little Universe.
It’s a moody day here, this Poetry Friday: fog, rain, wind…we have it all, all day. Not surprisingly, the sheep were reluctant to leave the comfort of the barn this morning, and have chosen to protest in groups of two and three all morning when they see me pass within view.
Bowie, our guardian dog, seems utterly uninterested in her job today. Not even the enormous truck carrying sap collected from the woods around us to the maple sugar house up our hill, normally a source of much barking and racing around, can get her to move from her dry spot under the barn eaves.
In the midst of this soggy gloom, I notice that the daffodils are coming up nicely, as are a few crocuses here and there. The pastures are greening, too, and the tiniest of buds have begun to appear on our apple trees. I no longer need my heaviest winter jacket, and even gloves and hat can be dispensed with for most of the day.
The world may be crashing and burning, but Nature remains constant in her promise that after Winter comes Spring.
Early Spring in the Field by Tom Hennen
The crow’s voice filtered through the walls of the farmhouse
makes sounds of a rusty car engine turning over. Clouds on a
north wind that whistles softly and cold. Spruce trees planted
in a line on the south side of the house weave and scrape at the
air. I’ve walked to a far field to a fence line of rocks where I am
surprised to see soft mud this raw day. No new tracks in the
mud, only desiccated grass among the rocks, a bare grove of
trees in the distance, a blue sky thin as an eggshell with a crack
of dark geese running through it, their voices faint and almost
troubled as they disappear in a wedge that has opened at last
the cold heart of winter.
Going to Walden.z 
Thanks for introducing me to Tom Hennen. Always enjoy hearing about your days on the farm.
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Hennen’s prose poem is lovely…almost as lovely as your description of the moody day on the farm. I love it. It sounds like a warm cup of tea day, down hoody and down vest day, smell of mud and green day.
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I love seeing the pictures you post of your farm. I have often said they would make beautiful puzzles. The description of “a blue sky thin as an eggshell with a crack of dark geese running through it” is perfect. I agree with Linda as your description of your day is just as poetic. My theme this month is “Finding Poetry” and I am writing found poems. Would you mind if I play around with your post?
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Please do!
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I have written the poem. I found a picture on your Instagram. Do I have your permission to use it with this poem?
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Absolutely!
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It is up if you would like to take peek. I also submitted it to Carol’s gallery. http://adayinthelifeof19b.blogspot.com/2020/04/natures-promise-nationalpoetrymonth.html
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Such beautiful descriptions in your prose piece, Tara-great line: The world may be crashing and burning, but Nature remains constant in her promise that after Winter comes Spring. This is a message that we cannot forget. If you would like to share your photo of the farm and a piece of prose or poetry, I am resurrecting my gallery format. You can see my invitation at my blog today.
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Carol, I wrote found a poem using Tara’s word and uploaded it to your Padlet.
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I see that and am grateful. I am going to tweet it out also and give credit to the both of you.
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Thank you for sharing this, Tara. I’m not familiar with Tom Hennen, but now I want to read more of his poems. That final image is stunning!
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I love prose poems and your words are as fine as Tom Hennen’s, Tara. Happy Spring, no matter what!
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You paint scenes with words just like Tom Hennen does!
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I agree–your poetic description of the farm and Tom Hennen’s poem pair perfectly together. Stay safe and warm and dry!
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Soggy gloom perhaps, but it still seems like a bit of heaven to me.
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Hi, Tara–with 50 blogposts to comment on this Poetry Friday, it’s taking me some while to make the rounds in between online PreK (but extending the pleasure). Your writing is so easy and precise, and I love the piece you left us with: “a blue sky thin as an eggshell with a crack of dark geese running through it”–swoon!
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I love the reminders I see that nature isn’t fazed by our current troubles. Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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