Child on Top of a Greenhouse

The wind billowing out the seat of my britches,
My feet crackling splinters of glass and dried putty,
The half-grown chrysanthemums staring up like accusers,
Up through the streaked glass, flashing with sunlight,
A few white clouds all rushing eastward,
A line of elms plunging and tossing like horses,
And everyone, everyone pointing up and shouting!

Theodore Roethke

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5 Comments on “Child on Top of a Greenhouse”

  1. katelon says:

    Lovely photo and poem!

  2. This was the Writer’s Almanac poem for Thursday too. 🙂

    • CultFit says:

      I thoroughly enjoy the Writers Almanac each day at work, except yesterday when I missed it. Later in the evening my son and I took a moment to read the Almanac online like we normally do and he really enjoyed the poem yesterday. There is a symmetry between the poems that really resonate with us and the Writers Almanac, that’s when we share them. Awesome site and a valuable resource for budding poets young and old.

      • Delightful, the kitchen radio gets turned up whenever it comes on, or I catch it online. I was originally going to say, “Looks like someone else listens to the Writer’s Almanac,” but then I thought it might have been serendipitous coincidence.

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