April 2018


You can count on your fingers, you can count on your toes, but you can’t count on the weather! That is certainly the case this year in Virginia, where winter seems to have taken up permanent residence.  We have had more snow this spring than we had all winter, and Easter has snow in the forecast.  We will remember this fondly in a few months, as heat and humidity drive us indoors; for now, however, we long for actual spring weather and an invitation to the outdoors.  Nature, meanwhile, laughs at our frailty and continues apace.  Birds are returning, green grass peeks through the snow, and daffodils are blooming even if the fruit trees are holding their buds.  To mark the formal transition of seasons, AEP has chosen a formal poetic style: a springtime sonnet.


                            Archives

  March 2018 -- Flight

  February 2018 -- Lakesong

  January 2018 -- Schrödinger's Cat

  December 2017 -- Daybreak

  October 2017 -- Night Watch

  September 2017 -- The Princess

  August 2017 - Pelham

  July 2017 --  Siena

  June 2017 -- Loyal, Straight, and True

  May 2017 --  A Thousand Flowers

  April 2017 -- Oboe Rap

  March 2017 - March Madness

  February 2017 -- The Cost of Doing Business

  January 2017 -- Reflection at a Winter Window

  December 2016 -- The Creation

  November 2016 -- Hemolymph Moon

  October 2016 -- Vortex

  September 2016 -- Do You?

  August 2016 -- Sailing
  July 2016 --  Mulberries
  June 2016 -- Off Tucker Point
  May 2016 -- Unforgettable
  April 2016 -- At Night She Cries

Each month Ancient Eagle Press offers a poem appropriate to the season or the mood of our editorial staff.   Poems may be new or drawn from existing AEP editions.

Poem of the Month

                                        

                                   Awaiting Idunn

   Early morning coffee, as I sit
   Watching eagles dance above the lake;
   A single cherry blossom dares to take
   A peek, though winter cold will not submit.

   The eagles are unfazed, don’t mind the frost,
   A hearty group that stayed where now they brood,
   Their winter fare a feast of frozen food, 
   A smorgasbord of weakened mammals lost.

  The bounty of the lake is now revealed
   As ice recedes and waterfowl return,
   And springtime life comes back to fen and fern,
   Adorned for courtship, calling in the field.

   And from my window seat I watch the show,
   As green grass lies in wait beneath the snow.

  Lee Alloway 2018
 

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