Poetry Saturday

Jess wrote a post a million years ago about whether she liked surprises, and I made a mental note to send her this poem. I completely forgot (of course) but now that is to the benefit of everyone. Lovely!

Surprise - Jane Kenyon

He suggests pancakes at the local diner,
followed by a walk in search of mayflowers,
while friends convene at the house
bearing casseroles and a cake, their cars
pulled close along the the sandy shoulders
of the road, where tender ferns unfurl
in the ditches, and this year's budding leaves
push last year's spectral leaves from the tips
of the twigs of the ash trees. The gathering
itself is not what astounds her, but the casual
accomplishment with which he has lied.

OOOOOOOOH!

Comments

[Amy --- Just A Titch]

I love this. Jane Kenyon is my all-time favorite poet. She is so lovely. Thanks for making me want to grab one of her books and read some poems today. xo

[A'Dell]

BURN! That is awesome.

[Jess]

Bwa ha ha ha ha this is awesome. And actually not something I had thought about as far as surprises are concerned. It's not the deception that bothers me. But still, awesome. Thanks for sharing.