Carla Schwartz

Musing Weather

One day poems fell from the sky—pages of them rained down, so soaked
I couldn’t read the words. Suddenly a cold front turned the poems
to ice,
then snow.

spiraling starlings
murmurations
of sonnets

One page like a snowflake floated down to land on my face.When I tried to peel
it off, it began to melt in my hands. In what remained, I could
make out just one phrase—

plant me and I’ll grow

Now tiny poems sprout like fresh spring greens. I take cuttings and
eat them
raw.

fecundity of blooms
pink and purple
haiku

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About the Author

Carla Schwartz’s poems have appeared in her collections Signs of Marriage, Mother, One More Thing, and Intimacy with the Wind. Learn more at  https://carlapoet.com, or on all social media @cb99videos. Recent/upcoming curations: Great Weather for MEDIA, Modern Haiku, Paterson Literary Review, and Spank the Carp, Carla Schwartz received the New England Poetry Club E.E. Cummings Prize.

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