Monday, February 15, 2016
Poem of the Day: “The Universe’s Signs” by Tricia Knoll, Frequent Contributor and Poet of the Week
Songs of Eretz Poetry Review is pleased to present “The Universe’s Signs” by Tricia Knoll, a Songs of Eretz Frequent Contributor and this week's Poet of the Week. A biography of the poet may be found in the “About Our Editor & Frequent Contributors” section.
Old-growth forest guideposts. Respect.
The snick of sleet in my hair. Humility
Not full stops, u-turns
nor soft shoulders.
Like when stars
cast no light and the eclipse turns
the moon orange,
a wake-up clamor: now.
Today the squirrel will not leave
my bird feeder. I clap my hands
at him and his trailing mate.
I yell as warblers watch.
What good did I do?
The winter sky is clear as glass,
water frozen in the birdbath.
Wildness decides who owns what.
Poet’s Notes: This winter in the Pacific Northwest has involved lots of staring out windows at the rain. My window includes woods, a swollen stream, and a landslide bank across the stream. If these are warning signs of climate change, I feel powerless. And, I can't even stop the squirrel from invading the bird feeder.