Happy Poetry Month!
April 1, 2011
Another round of winter—an April Fool’s snowstorm. Got me noodling with a poem this morning, the idea of winter being like a tough gun-slinger that won’t ride out of town quietly despite the new sheriff’s (spring’s) arrival.
In the spirit of National Poetry Month, I’m sharing my poem in progress:
Comes along blithely
a greenhorn to town,
try to run me off sideways,
this right lightsome clown,
raising the colors like I weren’t around.
Be a furious, fear-whippin’ pain-in-your-hide.
When I leave this town is for me to decide.
I’ll not play the fool, or fade off politely
A rip-roarin’ hullabaloo is more likely.
My nature’s my nature, and lest you forget,
the name’s Old Man Winter. I’m certain we’ve met.
—by Martha Calderaro
For lots of great poetic inspiration, go check out the Poetry Friday roundup hosted today by Amy LV at The Poem Farm.