Every Friday, bloggers celebrate poets and their poems, some new and some familiar on a hosted blog “Poetry Friday.” Some bloggers offer their original poems.
On this Poetry Friday, I would like to submit a single line, not from a poem, but from the children’s book, Charlotte’s Web.
I was reminded of E.B. White’s one sentence depiction of fall as I drove home this bright October afternoon:
“A little maple tree in the swamp heard the cricket song and turned bright red with anxiety.” E.B. White
Here is a personification of the little tree whose almost immediate color change signifies the end of summer, the onset of the cold winter, and the coming final harvest of the farm…including the possible harvest of the pig, Wilbur.
In prose, White designs a rescue that comes as a result of an unforgettable friendship between Charlotte the spider and the endangered Wilbur.
In his prose, there is also poetry.