Dappled road
appled and lapwing lapped bat-addled, sun saddled paired with pears, befuddled with fogs, dogs, sapped branches, snapddragons pollen flagons, wagons, agons of flowered honey in waiting, stilled syrups, stirrups, chirrups of bullfinches, inchworm germ, chaffinch and germinant road of exploded ode, toad rode, ruminant crowed, snaffled and snowed wind flowed, river showed, stowed treasure of unwalked measure, pleasure, seizure, high and sly I'll travel your playway, ravel and marvel. This poem was written on a joyful visit to the West of Scotland last Spring. If it seems unseasonal, that's why. I often hold onto poems I write, to see if I like them later - or if I can improve on them. I held on to this one so long I forgot about it entirely. Finding it in a notebook, I feel it's time to post it: otherwise I may forget it again. Perhaps it brings Spring to your winter. I hope you like it!
I love this! The texture of the words is just a total delight, a wonderfully chewy mouthful. And exactly what I needed as we head into the iciest temperatures of the winter so far, and with I.C.E. prowling the streets of my pretty little city. Green, growing things, birdsong, and damp grass is a tonic.
Thanks for bringing us some whimsy and a hint of a better season. I needed that. It’s below zero here in Michigan, and another snowstorm is on the way.