Vermont winter landscape (Photo)‘Vermont in April’ by T.M. Moore The Society April 29, 2020 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Poetry 10 Comments Vermont in April doesn’t seem to know quite how to dress. She thinks she ought to wear bright, flowery things, and yet, she cannot tear herself away from all the clothes that go with winter. Browns and grays become her so, those short, dark days. She knows she must prepare a different wardrobe, and she’s trying: there a green skirt, here a yellow shawl to throw around her shoulders. But she’s very slow to put away her leggings, and she dare not set her gloves or boots somewhere she can’t get to them—just in case of snow. __We want to say, “Vermont! Make up your mind!” __But rushing her would only be unkind. T.M. and Susie Moore make their home in the Champlain Valley of Vermont. He is Principal of The Fellowship of Ailbe, and the author of 8 books of poetry. He and Susie have collaborated on more than 30 books, which may be found, together with their many other writings and resources, including the daily teaching letter Scriptorium, at www.ailbe.org. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who harasses or disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comment or comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 10 Responses Sally Cook April 29, 2020 Love your poem. It is restrained yet romantic; personified but not silly. This is just what we need – a good dose of resurgence and personification in a strong spring tonic! Let us wake up and sing; they cannot keep us locked up forever ! Reply Lawrence Fray April 29, 2020 A lively sonnet; seemingly artless but beautifully crafted Reply David O'Neil April 29, 2020 This is delightful. It reminds of the time I spent in the North Country, New York, just across the river from Vermont. What crazy seasons. Reply Jan Darling April 29, 2020 I saw every line of this lovely sonnet. I smelt the coolness of the earth and felt the impatience of buds on greening branches above. It is deliciously evocative. Thank you, TM, you took me to a slow spring place I haven’t been for sixty years. Reply C.B. Anderson April 29, 2020 T.M., Yep, it’s been the coldest, rainiest spring I can ever remember. My peas are struggling to get past the 1″ mark. Where is global warming when we need it? Reply Dave Whippman April 30, 2020 A well written, entertaining take on nature poetry. Reply T.M. April 30, 2020 Thanks to you all. Have a blessed spring. I’m sure it will make it to Vermont in time for summer. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant May 1, 2020 I admire how you’ve turned strict form into a conversational piece that grabs the attention with its quirky humor and imagery. I love it! Reply David Watt May 2, 2020 I have heard that Vermont is beautiful in the Spring. Your personification really works to bring this picture to life. Reply T.M. May 3, 2020 Vermont is beautiful in spring. And all the other seasons as well. Thanks to you both for your comments. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour 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.