‘Spring Haiku’ and Other Poetry by Reid McGrath The Society August 10, 2014 Beauty, Poetry 5 Comments Spring Haiku I’m optimistic; like a brand new tennis ball, everything’s chartreuse. The brook trout’s belly is like a sunset I saw; its stipples the stars. Papa bear’s hungry. He tests his weight on the bough. I’ll need more bird-seed. The calf on the grass, steaming in the morning sun, totters lankily. Indolence; or, A Dude on Vacation With last night’s fun like fog within his head, on sunny deck, encased in house’s lee, Franklin’s Autobiography he read— or tried to read, over his black coffee, but laid down on the toast-warm wood instead. Summer Dreams Before the full brunt of the night had settled the warm smoke slithered like a snake on the grass. I was sitting at a table of metal, which held a pencil, a book, and a cold glass. After the gazebo: a lucent blue pool, surrounded by gray cement, and then a green sward; behind that a garden, and therein a gnome on a stool, who, while I drowsed, amongst the dewy flowers, became a bard. Reid McGrath is a poet living in the Hudson Valley of New York. Featured Image: “White Mountain Scenery, Franconia Notch, New Hampshire” by Asher B. Durand (1796-1886) Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 5 Responses Meryl Stratford August 10, 2014 Reid, I love your attention to sensory details! Your haiku are especially well-done because they pack so much into such tiny packages. That tennis ball simile makes me see something I hadn’t noticed before. Reply james sale August 10, 2014 I like your poem on Indolence: the oblique rhyme with ‘coffee’ and ‘toast-warm wood’ – wow – that’s a Keatsian compound! Very sensuous. Reply Sigrid McGrath August 12, 2014 Reid, your poems arouse my curiosity and make me more cognizant Of the world we live in. Keep up the good work. Reply James Ph. Kotsybar August 14, 2014 “the toast-warm wood” was the image that grabbed me. Reply Brice U. Lawseed August 31, 2014 The Adirondacks for Evan Mantyk and Reid McGrath The Adirondacks, rich in iron, once were mined; and other minerals were garnet, as pyrite, titanium, zinc, graphite, and wollastonite. As well, tree-eating lumberjacks attacked these sites. Throughout the 1900s, even more was gleaned, galena for lead, gypsum, talc, and sphalerite. But by 2000, most of th’ operations ceased, or slowed, though not all cleaned. And yet, the mining sprawls, amidst the beaver, fisher, martin, moose and lynx, amongst the trees, streams, rivers, lakes and waterfalls, helped build America’s industrial base might, for that most vigorous of hardy animals. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.