April is National Poetry Month, and in a tribute to Robert Frost, poet of both New Hampshire and Vermont, I offer the following poem, which caught my eyes years ago when I was teaching grammar to middle schoolers.

“The Freedom Of The Moon”

I’ve tried the new moon tilted in the air

Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster

As you might try a jewel in your hair.

I’ve tried it fine with little breadth of luster,

Alone, or in one ornament combining

With one first-water star almost as shining.

I put it shining anywhere I please.

By walking slowly on some evening later

I’ve pulled it from a crate of crooked trees,

And brought it over glossy water, greater,

And dropped it in, and seen the image wallow,

The color run, all sorts of wonder follow.

Others of his and Maxine Kumin and of our neighbor, Donald Hall, have struck my spirit right in the heart/mind, but this one still tickles my syntactical fancy. And yours?

We welcome Alex Southworth and Caroline Moulton to the Library Board, knowing that their creativity and energy will keep us moving forward. In doing so, we bid farewell to Shirley Currier, a voice of reason, and to Anne Hewitt, one of the most persistent and indefatigable people I have known. Thanks to both for all you have shared. And many thanks to Gail and Priscilla for arranging the wonderful, knee-slappin’ and jaw-droppin’ Blues Concert with Mike “Bullfrog” Rogers and “Poor Howard” Stith. The Grange was rockin’ that night for sure!