I'm going to start with NH's current Poet Laureate, Alice B. Fogel. Since, it is beginning to feel a little more like spring after the long, extremely cold and snowy winter, I thought I'd share Alice's poem, "Degrees of Gratitude," which appears in her 2007 collection, Be That Empty: Apologia for Air [811.08 FOG].
Degrees of Gratitude
It was given me to be grateful for the branch,
how I got to see it day after day as if intentionally
placed on that steep rock, center-stream, in spring--
for an ordinary branch, two-pronged, long, and of a size
for brandishing in an angry hand--and more,
for how unreachable it was by any hand
and for the tall gray rock softly splitting the run
of the water, and for the water itself so hard and fast
it was a force that, rising, could lift a broken limb
out of and above itself and place it soundly upon a rock--
yes, and for the same water so gentle that falling
it could leave the branch, leave forever without bearing it
over to the other side...even more for the balance
of nature that moves the eye to attend to a branch,
inert for days on a rock unmoved by rapids; so wonder
must be a thing that can flow upstream, so that as the river
becomes the other rivers moment by moment, the moment
of wonder remains in the stream.
Fogel's Strange Terrain: A Poetry Handbook for The Reluctant Reader [808.1 FOG] is also in our collection. It's such a good introduction to poetry that I bought a copy for myself!
Head over to The Poem Farm to visit a while with Amy and the other Poetry Friday participants.
Happy spring days ahead!