Hooray for Poetry Friday! It’s still not quite spring around here, but I’m presenting you with a wonderful old favourite of mine that is definitely spring-y.
When I was teaching, we used to enjoy this in my Grade Nine English class.
by James Schuyler
quilts the pond and
out from under its plumped-upness
a snapping turtle
pokes its head and
munches a morsel of water lily leaf.
falls down in bits and pieces.
Does the face
of the pond
show the level of the water table?
an ironwood tree
so young, so sinewy and slim.
as though soft-water rinses were
all it ever wanted.
The rough-cut grass,
accepts the world’s shampoo.