Monday, March 11, 2013

Dawns lke snowflakes

Although we had snow most of last week, I decided the snowy header photo had to be replaced.  This one is a picture of "rosy fingered dawn" -- not in the ancient Greek world but right outside my window.  I wrote a tongue-in-cheek poem about dawn for my poetry class.  It's below.


                             Dawns like Snowflakes

Since Homer set Agamemnon, Ulysses, Achilles--
            All the grubby Greek army--asail to mighty Troy
                        In the “rosy fingered dawn” of European civilization
                        To wage a war, not for flighty Helen, but for lapis lazuli,

Sainted Shakespeare put his glorious words in the mouth
            Of the hoodlum, bipolar, teen-age murderer, Romeo,
                        “envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east
                        and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain top”

I am rendered dumb and mum about the daily phenomenon
The sky displays beyond my window as I breakfast.
                        Often, stunned to silence, I grab my Canon Sure-shot
                        To take yet one more photo of yet another blazing formation

Seasonally changing its horizontal location
            Painting varied clouds and sky in ever-new combinations.
                        Damnit! All I can do is answer the Hagaddah question and say
                        This dawn is different from every other dawn every single day
                                    --like snowflakes, like people.

2 comments:

FOLKWAYS NOTEBOOK said...

June -- Yes, we are all of nature and changing every second like the dawn, like the snowflakes, like people. I feel this kinetic movement makes life so interesting. Like your header's rosy fingered dawn -- barbara

June Calender said...

Thank you, Barbara, for plowing through the verbal showing off to get to what I was really saying.