“Such weather is unusual so late.”
April 18, 2011 - Richard Katrovas | Slushie anything
The Poem
April 18, 2011 - Richard Katrovas
It is snowing in southwest Michigan.
Such weather is unusual so late.
The trees are squirting buds that advocate
For green profusions that yesterday began
To grunt and poke and strain toward full-blown spring.
Now fleeced, the trees are January stark.
Though clocks, sprung forward, hedge against the dark,
We hear the arias our miseries sing
When darkness is a slave to all that white.
If global warming is the fangs of doom
I see its poison wafting, from this room.
The future will be mottled if not bright.
Perhaps I’ll die before the killing trend.
I hear my children’s voices on this wind.
The Beverage
Slushie anything
Though my hometown is under feet of snow, it's spring here in the east. I will be drinking any freezy slushie thing that I can drink through a straw and get a brain freeze even though it really isn't warm enough yet. It's like bare legs on the first 60 degree day. And I have the day off tomorrow, so I plan to have fake summer.