Weather Wise
Weather Wise
The wind might be telling a lie
about what the season would do
a taste of snow in its mouth
might tempt the winter to stay
The balance hung in the sky
where tension knotted the clouds,
a phoebe blown from the south
lost its voice in surprise.
But roots deep in their shrouds
broke out new signs each day
to show to the literate few
how the weather looked to the wise.
Then clouds felt sun on their backs,
spring beauties stretched from the leaves
and opened their lavender eyes,
the buds of the maple relaxed.
Publication Details
Original Citation
Planting Red Geraniums: Discovered Poems of James Hearst. Final Thursday Press, 2017. 18.
Word Count
97
Original Publication
Date Published
2017
Book Appearance
Complete Poems
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Manuscript
Permission to reproduce work from the James Hearst Papers has been granted by the Special Collections Department of the University of Iowa Libraries.
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