A week of bone-chilling, record-setting cold in Colorado this week. I'm longing for spring…
THE POETRY OF BAD WEATHER
For it was February in Florida,
the air of instruction thick with tanning butter.
Why, my students wondered,
did the great dead poets all live north of us?
Was there nothing to do all winter there
but pine for better weather?
Read the rest of the poem here.
Poetry Friday is at DORI READS.
3 comments:
Hee hee! Love that question in the middle. I like to think that Jane Kenyon and Robert Frost and I all shared in some great wise experience when we weathered snow storms.
Yup, I'm with you on the wish for spring and warmth. I watch the weather maps and know that your arctic cold is making its way east to us. Brrrrrrrrr
Carol... love this poem and love the website. Although, the snow is so beautiful! I love the 180 website also, I had never been on it!
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