Waiting for the Sunrise: Poetry Journal, #1
By Cathy Smith
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Waiting for the Sunrise is the collected poetry and memoir of award-winning nature poet Cathy Smith. It contains many full color illustrative photos chronicling her coast to coast journeys in the United States, Mexico and Canada. Written in free verse, the poems are easy to read and the book makes a lovely 'Book of Days' - a fine way to start your day, reading one poem at a time. This is a Zen-like collection of observations about our relationship to natural phenomenon.
Cathy Smith
Cathy Smith is a Mohawk writer who lives on a Status Reservation on the Canadian Side of the Border on Turtle Island (North America). She is proud of her people’s heritage and also has an interest in the myths and legends of other peoples and cultures, and modern fantasy and science fiction, which is often derived from past myths and often acts as myths for modern times.
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Waiting for the Sunrise - Cathy Smith
Introduction
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There is a little biographical information which would paint this poetry with a brush that I really think would be interesting to my readers. Green Rain was written in one of my many favorite places, Harvard Yard. The fingers of a baby toad were viewed in Kent’s Store, Virginia. Baby toads used to crawl inside my wash water bucket at a campground I was staying at there.
I have lived near many beautiful forests and even owned two small ones. A word about the beauty of Harvard Yard: the trees there are the largest I have ever seen throughout the entire country (excluding the Redwoods). Some of the trees, it is said, are over 300 years old. I really fell in love with them, sitting underneath them frequently in the light rain to relax after work – and to wait for the city bus. The bus stop was nearby, in front of George Washington’s yellow house (his regional headquarters during the Revolutionary War) which is now a Harvard administration building.
Other favorite places include the Florida Everglades, the Mojave Desert in California and the Pacific Ocean near Santa Monica and, of course, Venice Beach. To this I would add Provincetown on Cape Cod – and, also, two communes that I lived on in Virginia and Tecumseh, Missouri – Twin Oaks and East Wind. There are poems written about each of these places in my work. This volume includes both my first chapbook, Apple Cider and my second chapbook, Wishes on the Edge of Time, which are very personal views of my cross-country travels.
And know, there is a little Zen Haiku in this book as well.
I look at this volume as a ‘Book of Days’ – like a calendar. It was my journal and my diary. Yes, even the photos. So, it was meant to be read aloud to one’s self or to someone else – one poem at a time, like sampling a good pastry. Enjoy a taste here...
Apple Cider Journal #1
Green rain
One raindrop at a time
began to fall on
a leaf bouncing it up
and down.
I was sitting underneath
the foliage in the rain
watching the rivulets
trace new streams down
through the moss and
small plants and
green ferns.
I shivered
from the cold rain.
The arms of the forest
formed a secret
umbrella dancing
like leafy
piano keys playing
simultaneously
and also
bowing singly
over my head.
With
wet, green fingers
the lush downfall became
invisible
in its connection with
the player piano
leaves, which
appeared above—
all at once—high across
the upper boughs
of the waving branches
of a large pine tree.
Leaves fell in the wind
and stuck on
the tree trunk above me like
the little green
fingers
of a toad.
Unspun wool
After the rain
I wandered
from hill to
hill there was
no one there.
Every flower was
fresh, strong and
milky, as if the stems
were drinking from the moist
green earth.
The grass sprang up
behind my footsteps
undamaged by the
slight pressure of
my passage. I walked
until I could see
nothing but the cloudy,
stretching, bathed,
naked and blue
sky.
The clouds had
wrung themselves
dry
of moisture
and were
gathered
together into
silky spools as if they
had just been spun
on a spinning
wheel.
The stretching azure
was vast and empty
except
for some sparsely scattered
unspun bunches of vapor—
soon being wheeled
across the wild air
into thin, wispy
thread.
(Photo above: Bank of the Charles river, Harvard Square, Ma.)
(Central Square Food Co-op, Cambridge, MA)
fresh green apples
(Or What to Do with Too Many Apples & Blueberries)
Fresh green apples and blueberries,
sweet and tart—
My gingerbread
recipe:
Any kind of wild
berry,
(especially wild raspberries,
sweet and tart) combined with
whole wheat and ginger.
Also consider adding:
blueberries,
sweet and tart, and
tart green apples
for pies
with crisscrossed crust,
too bubbly,
stickily bubbly
when they are hot ...
cooking in the oven.
Apple syrup with crisped
apple peel edges.
Burning my fingers
right through
the thick patterned
mitten-shaped potholders
in my full-length
ruffled apron with the pocket.
Served up hot
on the kitchen table
with the smooth white
linen tablecloth ironed into
exactly eight
sharp-creased squares:
four on one
side four on
the other.
Fresh milk with
apple cookies,
apple sauce,
wild cranberry sauce,
blackberry jam,
apple butter,
baked green apples and
apple pancakes.
Dried apples carved
into wooden faces,
strings of cranberry necklaces,
(pearly cranberry necklaces) with berries like
red diver’s pearls tied
with cotton string ties
for springtime, fall and
summertime gatherings hidden in
flowering tree groves,
in blueberry patches,
in mossy bogs—
looking for
the empty shells of robin’s eggs—
blue speckled
robin’s eggs—we put whatever
broken shards we find
(and sometimes
whole empty shells)
on the windowsill.
Next to a candle is
a falcon’s feather
and carved wrinkled
apples with
scrap-cloth dresses and
gingerbread-style faces,
spiced apple faces with
raisin-button eyes,
raisin-button smiles,
paper hats,
painted noses
and homemade dimples.
Apple
dumplings tonight. The
dried apple dolls keep
on smiling with their
honey drop eyes,
yarn hair and
peppermint red
dresses:
zig-zag
gum-wrapper arms
outstretched
for a big baby-hug,
with big fake red
lips puckered up
saying kiss me
.
That night ‘round nine or
nine-thirty we ate
juicy slices of dumpling with
our fingers, sucking
out the boiling juice
when it cooled,
wearing cranberry necklaces
and showing them
off—using every single
cotton ruffled apron
that we had.
(Fresh green apples),
porcelain-enameled metal tables
and checked
table clothes filled with
four hot apple and blueberry pies—
three big ones
and a smaller one
thick covered wide-brimmed
crust and toothpick marks.
A
for apple.
B
for blueberry. I like my slice
a la mode with heavy
whipped cream. Making my
own whipped cream while I cook,
I slide it along the side of
a heavy crock bowl,
taking lazy peeks
into the oven.
Too soon.
Just in time,
before it got burnt.
Burnt my fingers again. The
lazy whipped cream peaks
as I am dreaming about
marshmallow clouds over the
minty lemon sunshine.
The whipped cream
should not be allowed
to turn into butter.
Ginger,
cinnamon,