Promenade in Green

Spring comes walking over the mountains in her lacy shawl of green. 

Yesterday, on a day of unbelievable beauty I went to Black Mountain to give a talk on Crows. It was a fine audience, interested and asking good questions. I recognized several from similar events years ago. And best of all, my blog/FB friend BlackMountainBarb was there, as was Susan--a friend from many years ago. We took the opportunity to have lunch together after the talk and as we sat and ate and chatted on a lovely patio, surrounded by the greens and blooms of Spring, it was another reminder of life as it used to be. What joy! 

At this time of year, I always think of the late Kay Byer--onetime Poet Laureate of North Carolina.

We shared a love of the work of Garcia Lorca and of his poem Verde, Que Te Quiero, Verde (Green, How I Love You, Green.)

I was told once that my aura is green. As long as it doesn't imply seasickness or envy, I'll bear it proudly!

 

National Poetry Month

It's National Poetry month and I urge you to check out this post of Kay Byer's. Her poem sequence "Searcher" has been nominated for the prestigious Pushcart Prize and she shares two poems from the work.

Years ago in England, a searcher was a woman employed to check bodies before burial to ensure that they had been clothed in English wool cloth, rather than in prohibited foreign goods.

Kay takes this dark material and weaves a deeply-felt and beautifully-imaged web of words.

But that's what poets do.