  |
 |
POET NATURE POEMS THE FIRST SNOW CAME AGAIN TODAY © 2004 Jordan Margolis It happened this morning about quarter to ten after everybody'd gotten to work the first snow came again We'd been pretty lucky a real late Indian summer nobody'd even begun to wear gloves yet cause it's really not winter til it snows The trees have been empty for awhile just waiting their branches angled slightly upward ready to bear the weight of white And gingerly it came mixed with rain snowflakes hid behind raindrops the whole ride down to the ground The school children saw it first the boy closest to the window shrieked out, "IT'S SNOWING" and class stopped, head lifted, mouths opened, all eyes went outside even the teacher smiled, undetected At lunchtime the schoolyard erupted with laughter and running catching snowflakes on little pink tongues pointing to dandruff on a friend's hair BUT DOWNTOWN THERE WAS NO REJOICING office girls worried about their hair businessmen pulled their lapels closer together and streets sloshed with mirky slush By three, the snow came bolder no longer camoulflaged as rain big white crystals tumbling slowly sticking to grass, still melting on sidewalks The first snow came again today a bit timid itself as if not to make us too angry as if to make us its friends PRINTER FRIENDLY VERSION IN EARLY NOVEMBER © 2004 Jordan Margolis I walked outside and felt the chill immediately my intermediate jacket insufficient my additional sweater inadequate November seeped under-around-inside and found me The trees fought back galliantly bending, swaying, but always returning upright defiantly clutching onto their last leaves proudly - for others had already been stripped bare raped by November And at the great lake even the waves could not lie flat and hide they swelled and thrashed at the rocks white spraying gray the last boats in the harbor circled their moorings like nervous stallions The sky tried to remain neutral light gray, all across clouds united for strength but seemingly non-committal I couldn't blame the sky November pulled away each rain drop at a price There was only the Wind - cold biting my fingers numbing my toes slapping my face raw It snatched away leaves, old leaves, golden and crispy, and carried them far from their trees, dropping them anywhere - no where, lost forever, left to die, crumpled and alone, or burned anonymously in autumn piles I went inside where it was toasty-warm. Yet my conscience beckoned me towards the window to see what remained out there: stark trees standing tall in the cold over multicolored earth The trees had not been betrayed. It had all happened before, and before THEY KNEW THAT. but still, They had a right to be disappointed In losing again By looking old Looking out from inside my window, Though there was nothing I could do, I could not help but feel a little guilty. PRINTER FRIENDLY VERSION WE ARE ALL, BUT SAND © 2004 Jordan Margolis
PRINTER FRIENDLY VERSION COULD CLOUDS CARE © 2004 Jordan Margolis Could clouds care weather it's night or day? Would waves wear Whitecaps if they had a say? Do deserts dare reverse their order of empty spacesboundbyrockyborders? Might mountains moan, WE'RE AFRAID OF HEIGHTS, or forests groan about tics and mites? Can rain complain it's climatically challenged, Will wildfires feign heat exhaustion or damage? Are animals THAT SURE without thinking thought, Are we watching Nature or are we being watched? PRINTER FRIENDLY VERSION A PRAYER OF THE VICTIMS © 2004 Jordan Margolis YOU were PearlHarborized forgive us for the sin in comparison YOU were Hellified forgive us for the sin of angelicating YOU were Genocide forgive us for the sin of taking sides YOU ARE (Wreck)tangled forgive us for the sin of bemoaning the loss of a skyline YOU ARE <Penta>gone forgive us for the sin of believing we're secure YOU ARE Geometrized forgive us for the sin of statistician ashes to ASHES, dust to DUST There is no closure When the earth opens WE are white Scared white-Gypsum white-Cloud white-Shroud white- TheGreatWhiteWay white WE are 1600 Pennyslvania White YOU ARE LIGHT Your sprint is on every street corner Your face is in every mirror WE Were THERE WHITE we'll wear White as PRAYER PRINTER FRIENDLY VERSION FROM HERE TO THERE © 2004 Jordan Margolis I used to go from here to there without a care No need for prayerI used to go with style and flair everywhere Until The ChairBut now I know my eyes must stare from here to there It's just not fairI took no dareNo risk, no scareIt's only air ITS ONLY AIR.................................... from here..................................to there PRINTER FRIENDLY VERSION |
|