Wayzata, Minnesota

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

The Mag

"In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt!"  Margaret Atwood

Finland, 1968, photo by George F. Mobley

I dare say,
"It does appear to be a hunt, I know it!
But for what, I know not?
Blown away by wind and wet
by sight I know it!"

Eva, Can I See Bees In A Cave?

Every body's speaking of it.
Being forever trapped in this unsparing cave
in springless wave
a most paragon of virtue
and innocent pallor
of feral instinct
knowing of spring
yet not having it.
This evil aristocrat 
jaunty daredevil
of truth in a tweed suit
denial of it
being in blasted spirit
yet living this Graupel skit
we desire nothing of it.


DeniseinVA said...

What a great image Karen, rain doesn't stop the fun.

Sue said...

I've always loved that Atwood quote.
And your words…


R. Mac Wheeler said...

Folk ought to know, with weather like that, they should be curled up inside reading a book. (said the author)

Tess Kincaid said...

Jaunty daredevil indeed...

Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

Most excellent!

Magaly Guerrero said...

Your words make me miss a warmer spring... I remember what the weather is supposed to be like right now--rich, gently warm, smelling of fertile dirt--but it's cold. Where are the pleasant rains that will inspire May to Bloom?

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