The Day to Spring - a plein air poem for the vernal equinox

The Day to Spring

 

                                          a poem for the spring equinox


It's The Day to Spring,

from winter's bare coil.

The Day for Self, 

and Nature,

to draw its longbowed

heart and sap back

and let fly,

freely,

swiftly,

vernally forth,

air to ground,

arrowing

with anticipation

into the marrow

of all newness,

all awakening,

all fullness.

 

  

Colin Goedecke

Central Park, New York

March 20, 2016

A Too-ra Loo-ra Day ~ a plein air poem for St. Patrick's Day

A Too-ra Loo-ra Day

                                                                                                                             

 

 

There's a glossy, moss-hatted leprechaun

smiling Irishly on the subway platform,

waiting to travel underground

(as all leprechauns do) up to Fifth Avenue,

where the street is paved

with red-headed men

and freckle-faced maids

and a St. Patty's parade

is in full swing;

the City a wild shamrock,

lilting with Danny boys and

sweet Kathleens

and people dressed

in every shade of Spring.

 

 

 

Colin Goedecke

New York City

March 17, 1998

Sea Cycle - a poem from the Coast of Tuscany

Sea Cycle

 

 

 

A man rides his bicycle

on the sea;

salt rubs the tires,

sun reflects on the soles

of his shoes

as he pedals

over starfish

and speckled crabs,

under seagulls

and threaded clouds,

past fishermen

and upright bathers -

until the pier,

where he turns left

and follows the sun down

over the horizon.

 

 

 

 

from The Speed of Sight

Colin Goedecke

Forte dei Marmi

October 1997

Klimt in His Garden ~ a poem for Klimt & Krabbe

Klimt in His Garden

        

      for Jasper Krabbé  at his 2007 New York Opening,

      on a painting of the painter Gustav Klimt

 

 

 He moves in a moonlength robe

through an evening green garden

of quietude; with hidden feet

that touch the muted grass and moss;

his figure almost afloat

under the first blooms

faint and soon fragrant

on the branches over his silent head

and soft beard, without thought

of brushes or canvases,

only this moment

savoring the poetry

of a Spring night

in his garden.

 

 

 

© Colin Goedecke

In Chelsea, New York City

March, 2007

The Inside Passage ~ a poem from the wilds of Alaska

The Inside Passage

 

 

 The upholstery is vast

and varied.

Overstuffed divans

wildly embroidered

with orchids

and scented with cedar.

Chaise-longues

with legs of living wood.

High, wing-backed chairs

of granite and quartz,

doilied with distant snow.

Seedling-stuffed ottomans

fit for the feet of Gullivers.

Fans of delicate ferns.

Headboards of hemlock

carved with eagles.

All carpeted with barks

and cones, and plush

mosses made for the touch;

all dappled

with serene summer light.

 

 

 

© Colin Goedecke

Frederick Sound, SE Alaska

July 2009

Snowfall, a poem for winter

Snowfall

 

 

It powders down

onto the heads and shoulders

of men, houses, and horses,

whitens the teeth

of picket fences,

lathers the bristled faces

of Northern forests.

It boughs down

to the outstretched arms

of trees, tongues of children,

the folded wings of sleeping owls.

Confettis down

past millions

of living room, bedroom,

office, train windows,

seen and unseen.

Swirls down

in great silence,

eloquence;

with pure, hushing,

comforting presence.

 

 

©Colin Goedecke

January, 2014

by Central Park

New York City