Two Poems: “The turning” and “Ember”

by John Howard
Photo of green bud of lilac tree by Georg Eiremann made available by Unsplash

The turning

when it comes

slowly

and with                 road work and

roofing

double-take check

for minute

beginnings of light green

leaves

there on the lilacs

the initiation

of illusion

born from

the little that Winter renders

from the fat of the year

Spring can really…

hunkered down

in its steady, cold, early rains

you want what

you want

a

broken tulip stem

bitten

by three frosts

since emergence

can send you

into

fathoms

of doom

not felt since

first slush

Maple tree branches, winter, early morning. Photo credit Annina Maria at Unsplash.

Ember

The maple black

in the early morning

holds no animals

or variegated thatch, 

stands on its firm

hips and shoulders 

stoic and steady bones 

gazing over the fences.

 

You have to believe 

in the life that can emerge

before you feel

Spring rains,

or sense the itch of germination.

the way the sun rises

around houses: lighting 

the uppermost canopy an orange glow 

this first of January,

a pleasant illusion

 

In April, when an ember glows, 

spreads and falters

before it rips through and full on 

flowers, we give it a scientific name.

Before the joy, the breathing and the words,

are the bones; the long cold nights

of absence, the shadowy glimmer

and pluck – dust speck to dahlia

and rose arranged on the table.

From the author

On ‘The turning’:

“I had listened to the jazz standard Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most and was reflecting on how we deal with change that is often non-linear and uncertain.”

On ‘Ember’:

“I wrote this poem back in January, then edited in April. It struck me how what we create–even the creation that is us–depends to some degree on things that are dead or dormant, how our lives are intertwined with the non-living. Then, a rare angle and good timing one day in January made a maple out our back windows appear as in full late-October orange bloom.”

John Howard grew up on the coast of Maine. He studied English Literature at Skidmore College and has published poetry in Folio, The Somerville Times, and Poetry Nation. John currently lives in Melrose, MA with his wife and sprightly seven-year-old daughter who loves attending classes with Nicole at Follow Your Art Community Studios. John has also participated in Creative Writing Sessions at FYACS–learn more about writing with us on our Writers Studio page.


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