April is fast approaching, the month that T.S. Eliot called "the cruelest month" and the source of the title of the collection of poems I wrote last year during April - which is national poetry month. I'm looking forward to challenging myself to do it again this year, and I am inviting everyone to come on and give it a try with me. Or, sign up for my blog's RSS feed, because I will be posting them here also.To get involved, go to http://poets.org/forum/index.php and follow the directions for setting up your posting area. It is a great place to share and get feedback from other writers. My experience last year was just delightful - even if it was during the cruelest month.
To get us into a poetry reading and writing mood, as well as to encourage the spring weather, here is a poem of mine from a few years ago. Enjoy!
Spring Enters the City
High over the Hudson spired aeries
gleam in the sunset, casting long shadows
below in the streets
where scurrying commuters
follow prescribed paths.
At a sidewalk table rich coffee steams
delightful for so late in the day
and a woman with red shoes pauses to savor
the gift of spring in the city
hands wrapped around her cup.
Daylight lingers at the corners
shining through the scaffolding and posters
that hide the skeleton of the Russian Tea Room,
just two doors from Carnegie Hall
where families laden with flowers
await their children's debut performance
on the hallowed ground.
Later, they pour from the edifice into a night
bursting with light and sound
from city doors flung open to the warmth.
Travelers taxi to the river, ferry-bound
and turn their faces to the skyline
now enrobed in strands of light
a great lady of night, bejeweled, becalmed,
as spring enters the city.
© 1999 Noreen Braman
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