When I walked out the backdoor of my apartment complex today, I was pleasantly surprised to find the large Magnolia almost in bloom. I love spring, but until I moved to Indiana, I never really experienced it. Pennsylvania goes from frigid winters to blistering summers in about one week. In Erie, one you’ll look out your window and see snow drifts and the next day the forsythia and daffodils will be out in full bloom. Texas was even worse. We didn’t have winter, just a consistent state of gray followed by a busting out of color. Indy, however, has a true blue spring. It has been gradually warming and the flowering trees are almost ready to bloom. I plan on taking some time this weekend to snap some photographs.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders of the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they would have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
But no one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet and walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use spell to make them balance:
Stay where you are until are backs are turned!”
Each year poet bloggers throughout the country participate in NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month). An adaptation of National Novel Writing Month, NaPoWriMo challenges participants to write and post a poem each day in April.