Oops! My series highlighting the 7 finalists for the 2015 Cybils Poetry Award is...not allowed! As a new judge, I didn't realize that I shouldn't post anything at all. So I've now removed the two offending posts, and we must all wait until the official winner announcement on February 14 to read reviews and critiques by me and the other judges.
However...the chilly nature of one of the finalists put me in mind of an own poem from Pumpkin Butterfly: Poems from the Other Side of Nature. I shared it with my students this week after a very interesting discussion about Epiphany in the Christian story and the question "What year was Jesus born?"
On January 6th, when the presents
and carols and cookies are over,
there’s one last thing to do.
Just as the Wise Men finally arrive
we undecorate, unlight, strip away the gold star.
On the morning of the 7th,
at the bare gray schoolyard
one by one our dying, drying trees,
still in their stands, are planted
among the cold poles of the equipment.
And on the 8th, when the
first snow finally arrives
we fly out onto the playground
faster than the flakes are falling
to marvel at our frosted Epiphany Forest.
Please join Tabatha for some more of the muscle and grace of great poetry--she's got the Roundup at The Opposite of Indifference today.