Happy Poetry Friday! Please visit our host, the incomparable Tabetha Yeatts at The Opposite of Indifference for a brave poetry zine and this week’s roundup!
Just a short post this week, as I am trying to wrap up a few pieces before the 2025 SCBWI conference in NYC next weekend. Is anyone else attending? If so, I would love to see you there and say,” Hello!”
This week, my “pruning” got off to a slow start. I identified six cookbooks to donate. I have many more, so that project has just begun. I am wondering if seven copies (mostly different editions) of The Joy of Cooking is too many? Perhaps.
We had our first major snowfall of the year in CT this week, and I enjoyed a hike in the woods just before sunset.
This prickly, little burdock caught my eye. It seemed to be waiting patiently, its little hooks buried under a drum major's hat of snow, dreaming of spring’s passing rabbit.
Patience
Patience
is a virtue shared
by burdocks and briars.
© Tracey Kiff-Judson, draft 2025
Yeah, with so many recipes online today, only a select few cookbooks are worth keeping!
The sound of "burdock and briar" is a whole poem by itself. I'd name my kids Burdock and Briar. I'll name our next two cats Burdock and Briar! I like knowing that they are patient, together.
Heidi, yeah, I have no idea how I got so many copies of "Joy." I had a couple, but I think my husband kept buying them for me when a new edition came out. Though I have to admit, there are some duplicate editions! Too much of a good thing! OOOO, Burdock and Briar do sound a lot like sibling names! How clever!
I also imagine things pretty much shuttered and stood still without salt trucks and snowplows to clear the roads.