Category Archives: 30 for 30 Poetry Celebration

Choosing the Fairy Spud Note to viewers: in order to preserve the formatting of this poem, I have attached it as a PDF. Simply click on the title to read the poem. © 2015 Norah Vawter, all rights reserved Norah … Continue reading →

The Visit April comes for a visit, her suitcase bulging with paints, birds, and flowers. Known for her magic I am surprised to see her frown, her somber smock, her whole demeanor brooding in gray. She sits at the kitchen … Continue reading →

Still Life, Spring Flowers This still life shows flowers in a vase as white fingerprints and small melon colored paint smudges pushed into darkness. They hold the light the way you hold a thought in your mind: without really holding … Continue reading →

HOUSING FOR WRENS In April when forsythia explodes overnight in yellow fireworks like fresh popcorn along arcing branches, and the goldfinch abandons olive drab plumage to emulate forsythias’ hue, his stark ebony cap and wings a hat trick, along comes … Continue reading →

The Peony Returns It always startles me after a hard winter to see the purple sprouts above the dirt. And they seem to always show up on a day I least expect them. Valiant and stalwart as a sentry at … Continue reading →

walk with dog hand-press substrates wool-fullness makes bundled sweater-ripe warm beneath night tactility that guides faculties to pleasure snug-laced upon ground sock-tight bound step soft-pressured tread trace-measured rime encrusting leaves crackle-bright and brittle low-hung sky where little cloud-breaths die our … Continue reading →

Cherry Tree to JCK All day long the red-mouthed sun kissed & kissed the cherry tree. Willow, light, leaf—all faint— leaves faint, planting deaf feet branch, bark, tree—all spin to sleep. Oh beloved, oh fallen ones, do you not see … Continue reading →

QUICK ANSWER When I was pre-seventh grade and my parents always told me where to go next and my teacher’s praise was the highest to aspire to and my Aunt Faygie was like a grandma (Grandma was also like a … Continue reading →

April Frost snaps crinkles, eases, finally melts. Gaunt trees dressed in fragile buds. Fragile buds, sun splash, rain splash, splash blue, splash green. Green new leaf. Fits my hand so perfectly. The future lies in my palm. © Joan McNerney … Continue reading →

Around here, March Note to viewers: in order to preserve the formatting of this poem, I had to attach it as a PDF. Simply click on the title to read the poem. At the beginning, as the story goes, Marian … Continue reading →