A Jitterbug for Spring
Usually I adore the long, snow-filled winters of Western New York. In fact, the frigid and frosty conditions, like meteorological pheromones, were a big part of what pulled me back here. But today? Today, I need some Spring.
So, at times like these, it’s the job of the imagination. To help me, I often turn to the poet Tim Seibles as a kind of guide. Here’s his poem, “A Jitterbug for Spring,” from his phenomenal collection, Hurdy-Gurdy. Own it sooner rather than later (just click the cover art).
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A JITTERBUG FOR SPRING
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All along the lake the larks
send their sweet scat through the air.
It’s April. New weather jazzes the leaves.
The late sun — a long note blown
across the water. Near shore
a tadpole itching for legs.
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