Today Glasgow is doing its usual dramatic dance of clear skies and whipping wind and clouds. Several natives have volunteered the information that Glasgow has four seasons a day instead of that boring seasonal calendar, and I’m beginning to be convinced. I have with me a sweater, a hat, a knitted scarf, and ice water — just in case I have need of either one of them.
This poem reminds me of one of the whimsical pieces found in a third-grade English book – one of the ones that made me wonder about things I’d never considered, and gave me yet another excuse to gaze dreamily out of a window, chewing on my eraser… boy, if that doesn’t give you the feeling of the beginning of a school year, I’m not sure what else will help you. Keep looking — the rest of Poetry Friday is over with V. at HipWriterMama.
Next week my computer gets set up at home — huzzah. No more lurking in cafés, although that’s been a lot of fun (and a lot of tea). Tune in next week — I’m reading a Scott Westerfeld I’d never seen before. ‘Parasite Positive:’ could this be a UK retitle of a book we’ve already gotten in the U.S.? Or had I missed this one?
Hah! It *IS* Peeps, and since I’d only started it before we moved, and had to stop, it completely confused me. I kept thinking, “Didn’t I read this?” I do wish I’d read it before The Last Days — if anyone hasn’t read either yet, do it in the right order! It can stand alone — but The Last Days makes more sense with more information.
Great fun to read a familiar ‘voice’ in an unfamiliar place…
Yup, that is Peeps, retitled for the UK audience!
Sounds like Glasgow weather is much like Leeds – can’t make up it’s mind whether it’s still summer or autumn!
Sounds like Peeps to me, but I’ve no basis for that statement. Other than having read Peeps.
Neat how you put that poem right over the image of the sky. I would like some sunflakes, so I could make sunballs and store them in my…well, I was going to say freezer, but that wouldn’t work. Anyhow, store them for those long, grey winter days.
I think you should still lurk in cafes. That sounds too fun to give up.
Great poem choice!! I think I may have read that one as a child–it has that vague ring of familiarity. Love it!
Will post Toon Thursday when I can. Parental visits throw my schedule out of whack…
Like the childlike spirit of this poem. Thanks!
Your description of Glasgow weather reminds me of Sting’s song — “All Four Seasons”.
Great poem selection, too!