I love the changing of the seasons. I found this poem about spring by William Carlos Williams.
Spring and All
by William Carlos Williams
By the road to the contagious hospital
under the surge of the blue
mottled clouds driven from the
northeast-a cold wind. Beyond, the
waste of broad, muddy fields
brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen
patches of standing water
the scattering of tall trees
All along the road the reddish
purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy
stuff of bushes and small trees
with dead, brown leaves under them
leafless vines-
Read the rest HERE
HEAR YE! HEAR YE!
Important Announcement!
In just 4 weeks it will be National Poetry Month.
Do you want an original poem by a student poet?
Let me know by email macrush53 at yahoo dot com.
I am creating my list to send.
Students are hard at work creating poetry for next month.
Poetry Friday is hosted by Liz in Ink. Thanks, Liz.
Happy Reading.
MsMac
I love finding those bits of green at the end of a poem full of bare twigs and branches!