September 14, 2007
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?