2016, Roaring Brook Press
HC $18.99
56 pgs.
Goodreads rating: 4.27 - 1341 ratings
My rating: 5
Endpapers: solid red
Endpapers: solid red
My comments: 47 exquisite poems, truly exquisite. No matter how short, each one really packs a punch! Thoughtful, creative, and incredibly insightful, they are perfect for a bit of reflection, a small smile, and a whimsical look at life through the seasons. There's no punctuation or capitalizationg, so it's easy to make beautiful pictures in your mind! My only drawback is that each one is titled with a date, and for me it limits their usage a bit....if I want to use the "september 10" poem in April, it might be a bit disconcerting for the listener's imagination....
Goodreads:
december 29
and i woke to a morning
that was quiet and white
the first snow
(just like magic) came on tip toes
overnight
Flowers blooming in sheets of snow make way for happy frogs dancing in the rain. Summer swims move over for autumn sweaters until the snow comes back again. In Julie Fogliano's skilled hand and illustrated by Julie Morstad's charming pictures, the seasons come to life in this gorgeous and comprehensive book of poetry.
december 29
and i woke to a morning
that was quiet and white
the first snow
(just like magic) came on tip toes
overnight
Flowers blooming in sheets of snow make way for happy frogs dancing in the rain. Summer swims move over for autumn sweaters until the snow comes back again. In Julie Fogliano's skilled hand and illustrated by Julie Morstad's charming pictures, the seasons come to life in this gorgeous and comprehensive book of poetry.
march 20
from a snow-covered tree
one bird singing
each tweet poking
a tiny hole
through the edge of winter
and landing carefully
balancing gently
on the tip of spring
april 3
today
the sky was too busy sulking
to rain
and the sun was exhausted from trying
and everyone
it seemed
had decided
to wear their sadness
on the outside
and even the birds
and all their singing
sounded brokenhearted
inside of all that gray
august 3
if you want to be sure
that your are nothing more than small
stand at the edge of the ocean
looking out
september 10
a
star is someone else’s sun
more
flicker glow than blinding
a
speck of light too far for bright
and
too small to make a morning
october 15
because they know
they cannot stay
they fade and fall
then blow away
because they know
they cannot stay
they leave
and leave
and leave
february 3
with snowy arms sagging
the spruce seemed to know
that beautiful outweighs the snow
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