To celebrate Poetry Friday today, one of my favorite Robert Frost poems (on what would have been his birthday — Happy Birthday, Bob) , perfect for this time of year, this time of Springish delight, of new warmth and new growth and the feeling that it’s time to put your hand to the plough.
I am putting my hand to the plough in my own way this spring by working to finish a discovery draft of my novel WIP. I had to step back this week and figure out where I’ve gone wrong because I feel like I’m moving in circles.
This week as I enjoy the hint of spring in the air, I think I’m going to imagine myself as Frost did, working in concert with others to point toward something beautiful and fragrant. And maybe, just maybe I’ll find it.
The Tuft of Flowers
BY ROBERT FROST
I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.
The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
Before I came to view the levelled scene.
I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.
But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
And I must be, as he had been,—alone,
As all must be,’ I said within my heart,
Whether they work together or apart.’
Read the rest here.