Marileta Robinson

Stormy Weather

Written By: Marileta Robinson - Oct• 25•13

This poem is more or less a SNAPSHOT of what I was seeing out my window one afternoon, with a little IMAGINATION thrown in. As always, I used hard-working VERBS--sweeping, blowing, and dancing, to get the picture across. What can you see out your window? How can you use your imagination to go beyond what your eyes see? I like the sound of the internal rhyme in the third line: "It must be fun to BE a TREE"

The illustration is by the talented Nancy Cote.


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  1. Irene Latham says:

    What a sweet poem, your dancing tree! And your mom had every reason to be proud of 4 year old you. How wonderful! Thank you for sharing.

  2. Donna Smith says:

    Oh, my! I couldn’t get past the Land of Counterpane!!!! That was my ultimate favorite, and I owned the Garden of Verses also – eating up every one of Stevenson’s poems. Now I’ll go back and finish reading. This is where my love of poetry began. So thrilled to find you were a “Garden Girl”, too!
    Ok, back from reading the rest of your post. A few parallels here, too: Watership Down…read and loved that, too, though I can’t remember all the characters now.
    Lastly, my post for today was also taken from looking out my window today…
    Loved both your very first poem and today’s! Thanks for hosting Mortimer!

  3. Quite the bright spark, you were! I can’t believe you were only four when you wrote that Fairyland piece. Isn’t it wonderful that you’ve come full circle and now are having your poems read to other budding young poets?

  4. Marilyn Kratz says:

    You have such a wonderful way with words. I’m lucky to have had you as my editor for so many years. I learned a lot from you.

  5. Your mother has every reason to be proud – that poem is glorious! You must have been one precocious, bright-eyed, fairy girl! 🙂 Lovely! Nice to see Mortimer again here.

  6. Marileta, I love all your poems, but especially “Stormy Weather.” It reminds of your Timbertoes tales, all so brilliantly, deceptively simple. I’ve seen trees dancing. But I never thought to describe it that way and put it in a poem. It took you to do that. After I finish this next book, I’m going to attempt to follow some of your suggestions. Thank you. And, by the way, congratulations on raising three such clever sons.

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