{"id":2018,"date":"2008-04-18T10:21:00","date_gmt":"2008-04-18T10:21:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2018"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:28:50","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:28:50","slug":"poetry-friday-parasols-or-umbrellas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2018","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Friday: Parasols? Or Parasails?!"},"content":{"rendered":"

The wind is starting up again — whipping around at about thirty miles per hour. I’m kind of hoping it settles down, but it doesn’t much matter when I’m home snug with my tea and my books.<\/p>\n

Metamorphosis<\/b><\/p>\n

Always it happens when we are not there–<\/p>\n

The tree leaps up alive into the air,<\/p>\n

Small open parasols of Chinese green<\/p>\n

Wave on each twig. But who has ever seen<\/p>\n

The latch sprung, the bud as it burst?<\/p>\n

Spring always manages to get there first.<\/p>\n

Lovers of wind, who will have been aware<\/p>\n

Of a faint stirring in the empty air,<\/p>\n

Look up one day through a dissolving screen<\/p>\n

To find no star, but this multiplied green,<\/p>\n

Shadow on shadow, singing sweet and clear.<\/p>\n

Listen, lovers of wind, the leaves are here!
<\/a>— by May Sarton<\/a>, from Collected Poems<\/i> 1930-1993. \u00a9 W.W. Norton and Co.
It’s true — finally in Glasgow, we have leafage! If you look carefully in the picture you’ll notice a branch across the buttercups, and indeed it has the tiniest little leaf buds on it. Flowers — carelessly showy and quick blooming like the buttercups pictured — have across the city burst into brightness and just as quickly had their petals brushed into the streets by hard rain and gales, but the leaves — more cautious by half — are taking their time and doing their yearly sneak attack. When we least expect it, there will be wind soughing through the leaves again.<\/p>\n

Those of you who enjoy writing process “porn” as Gwenda calls it, will enjoy Jules’ post at Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast<\/I><\/a>, where she interviews the poets of Cutting A Swath<\/i> and explores how the six month poetry project process began. <\/p>\n

Poetry Friday is hosted today at The Well-Read Child<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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