One Bad Poem
I am getting ready for my Winter quarter classes, beginning on Monday, and wanted to say that I took a few minutes for poetry. So here’s something from another winter. I borrowed the image from The Trumpeter Swan Society website, and it makes me happy simply to know that they exist. 
TRUMPETER SWANS
cattle in the field sparrows and winter
wrens the unremarkable crows
then the swans dropping like hail from the clouds
four of them flying
in a long row of long white necks and white wings
dropping over the barbed wire fence enclosing the brown field
the other birds the cattle
not stopping their grazing not looking up
docile, unastounded at the swans
arriving like news
of another and not yet diminished world
It’s not a bad poem. I like the imagery.
…just one of those “one bad poem per day” poems that I wrote between 2005-2010. 😉
amazing poem
As you know, I’m no judge. I was thinking about how I tucked “Late March” into a packet I was submitting, just to fill up the envelope — and that was the one poem “Pearl” accepted — and now it’s the final poem in Sparrow. Strange how it works.