Melissa Prunty Kemp

30 Day Poetry Challenge: National Poetry Writing Month

DAY 15

 

Ode to Mother Nature’s Spring Cleaning

 

Ice, from slab to cracked jam, a spatella

that scrapes trees from river banks and houses

off their foundations, it’s power stellar,

 

depositing heirlooms trails bounteous.

Uncertain earth detaches, slides away

from its mother’s sheltering soundness

 

to sprawl and be free in the low valley.

It asks no permission. Resigned faces

are dislodged, mud-caked. Why death’s high tally

 

bitter Matriarch, most efficacious?

 

© 4/16/14 by Melissa Prunty Kemp