Fourth Annual Brigid in the Blogosphere Poetry Slam

WHAT: A Bloggers (Silent) Poetry Reading
WHEN: Anytime February 2, 2009
WHERE: Your blog
WHY: To celebrate the Feast of Brigid, aka Groundhog Day
HOW: Select a poem you like - by a favorite poet or one of your own - to post February 2nd.


Spring Quiet Christina Rossetti (1847)
Gone were but the Winter,
Come were but the Spring,
I would go to a covert
Where the birds sing.

Where in the whitethom
Singeth a thrush,
And a robin sings
In the holly-bush.

Full of fresh scents
Are the budding boughs
Arching high over
A cool green house:

Full of sweet scents,
And whispering air
Which sayeth softly:
“We spread no snare;

“Here dwell in safety,
Here dwell alone,
With a clear stream
And a mossy stone.

“Here the sun shineth
Most shadily;
Here is heard an echo
Of the far sea,
Though far off it be.”



And here are my pomes* for the day.

Snow Snow Snow Snow
Snow Day Today
sNOw School, sNOw Trains, sNOw Buses.


Spring is starting.
Tiny signs to be seen.
But today is all snowy,
White covers the green.

*I never said I was good at writing poems, so these are pomes, which are slightly different.