Marching Through March
NOT do I remember
the lyrical poems and Renoir paintings
that sang of the beauty of March.
Cold wet and muddy
to the cadence of a funeral dirge
I march along the road to April.
Passing a slimy pond
Pisces the fish greets me with a flick of his tail,
the murky water dripping from my soggy coat.
The sound of crashing horns!
My head jerks around to see
Aries the ram butting heads with a rival.
Is March the bleakest month of the year?
But how can this be when March is the month
when Johann Sebastian Bach was born
and the whole world is green on Saint Patty’s Day?
Now, NOW I feel
a gentle breeze with the floating fragrance of lilac shrub.
Just around the corner is SPRING!
James began writing in the 1960’s and immediately showed a love for seasonal, humorous, and philosophical poetry. In the late 70’s, he became an ardent photographer and soon found that the two artistic mediums cross pollinated each other. West Michigan is an art Mecca with over 100 galleries and art camps with Jim residing in the lovely coastal town of Holland, Michigan. A practitioner of Surat Shabd Yoga since 1972, his art is an expression of his lifetime love affair with nature and his quest for truth. James is the winner of many awards in both photography and poetry including the 2005 Shadow Poetry 5th biannual chapbook competition. The artist says he likes to underscore the abstract and tease the mind and be ever alert for juxtapositions that express irony, absurdity, and poignancy, desiring for people to feel both tension and resolution in his compositions.