Sexy Under the Snow
by Robert Knox
OK, so the rain is tickling the earth
‘Good.’ ‘Maybe good.’ ‘Not so hard!’
Hail? You give me hail? It’s April!
I want a soft touch, an easy touch, a slow hand
I want thousands of little rustling feelers
brushing my hard particulates
I want soft breath on my healing biota —
I’m talking biota, honey,
Who’s got more of that than me?
I’m talking mild precipitation, babe,
that old “swich licour ” and “shoures soote”
to open my heart
And the let the lifeblood flow
And get the green jet running
and birthing multiples and multiples
until “summer is ycummin in” absolutely all over
and I feel fine
I’m a husband, father, freelance writer for the Boston Globe, rabid backyard gardener, and blogger on nature, books, films and other subjects based on the premise that there’s a garden metaphor for everything.
My poems have been published recently by Verse-Virtual, Guide to Kulchur Creative Journal, The Poetry Superhighway, Bombay Review, Earl of Plaid, Rain, Party, & Disaster Society, and Semaphore Journal. Some poems were also accepted for the upcoming anthology “Peace: Give it a Chance,” and a collection of poems (“Gardeners Do It With Their Hands Dirty”) will be published in 2016 by Coda Crab Books.
I am a staff writer for Verse-Virtual.
My novel on the origins of the Sacco-Vanzetti case, “Suosso’s Lane,” was recently published by Web-e-Books.com.