White out has covered
the sleds left out,
the junk pile behind the fence,
the fire pit,
the holes dug by the dog,
the I.E.D.’s (insensitive excrement drops) by said dog.
the trampoline,
the picnic table,
the dormant garden.
Does this mean I can declare a do-over?
When it melts will
clandestine errors be erased?
When comes the spring will
a rolling hill support Julie Andrews
and her guitar?
When the shaving cream is scraped will
Arnold Palmer claim our
greens as his own?
When spring flowers rise
will Martha Stewart
pull out of K-mart?
When the snow angels
fly back to their perches
will I look upon an English
garden which will inspire
poetic trances?
When a foot of snow
shrinks down to a bootie
and beyond will
I sway in hammock
nodding off slightly
above pristine nuances
of botanical gardens?
The white blanket lays
like a dream
a dream that
I have of my back yard.
Jerry the poem is beautiful, thoughtful, and I'm so happy to see the pictures! Snow pictures make me happy, because it doesn't know in Brazil, I'm not accustomed to the colors. =)
ReplyDeleteMy favorite question must be: "When it melts will clandestine errors be erased?"
What a beautiful dream to turn into a memory of a garden.
Take care and keep smiling.
My best regards to your family. =*
Well, probably not, but dreaming is an important part of winter I think--I make all my new gardens while the ground is white. Really enjoyed this one, Jerry--your dreams are better than reality on this frigid snowbound day.
ReplyDeleteWinter wonderlands are great--what the future holds may be even greater. Good post.
ReplyDeleteExcellent composite of poetry, images, and cultural references. The dreamscape you paint is quite amazing. Nice work, Jerry
ReplyDeleteGreat Job Jerry!!
ReplyDeleteWhat a neat idea - a do-over. Oh, that would be something, wouldn't it?
ReplyDeleteI really loved this one, Jerry.
Nice pop-culture references in the exposition of this one...and yes, with spring, in time of rebirth, can we all not get our do-overs? We hope. We do hope. So much of these months are left to dreaming. Nice splicing of word and image - and I laughed at your own particular take on "I.E.D's." Nice.
ReplyDeleteha - no one really knows exactly what happens when the snow angels fly back to their perches...lovely write jerry..
ReplyDeletenice i guess there are some benefits to snow!
ReplyDeletebut Its safe to say that it doesn't mean you get a do over
i'm gettin those february dreams
ReplyDeleteeven without the white out.
Yes it will come Jerry...it is only a few more weeks before the orchards will bloom here...and even in CA I am ready....bkm
ReplyDeleteFun, occasionally witty, winter poem.
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