Seasonal Poems – Bev Tappan

October Sonnet – Song

Bev Tappan — Sat, 15 Oct 2022 18:46:00 +0000

Poetry Lyrics by Bev Tappan, A Poem is Meant to be Heard & October Sonnet
Music and photos by Izzy Td

Bev reads at ESOM – 5/22

Bev Tappan — Mon, 16 May 2022 17:31:00 +0000

Ellen Schmidt Open Mike – May 16, 2022

hosted by Dan Tappan
2 Poems – both called ‘Spring Fever’

NEW ENGLAND WEATHER

Bev Tappan — Mon, 09 May 2022 01:15:00 +0000

Mother’s Day weekend and snow blasts
Are pelting the tulips while sudden gusts
Of wind beset the flowering trees.
A polar vortex surely seems
To have us in it’s icy grip.
What kind of greeting card is this
To usher in a Mother’s Day?
It mocks the merry month of May.
Blasting violets and anemones
Giving us the annual tease.
Memorial Day could bring a frost
We’ll wait ’til June to set out crops.

Bev reads at ESOM – 3/22

Bev Tappan — Mon, 21 Mar 2022 17:41:00 +0000

Ellen Schmidt Open Mike – March 21, 2022

hosted by Dan Tappan
The Trail Not Taken (with Apology to Robert Frost)
A Reminder

Ellen Schmidt Open Mike – March 7, 2022

hosted by Dan Tappan
The Kancamagus Hike
The Last Day of March

Bev reads at ESOM – 1/22

Isabel Tappan — Mon, 17 Jan 2022 18:55:00 +0000

Ellen Schmidt Open Mic January 17, 2022

hosted by Dan Tappan
The Woods in Winter
Trees

Ellen Schmidt Open Mike January 3, 2022

hosted by Dan Tappan
A Christmas Lament

Bev reads at ESOM – 10/21

Bev Tappan — Mon, 18 Oct 2021 18:01:00 +0000

Ellen Schmidt Open Mike on October 18, 2021.

hosted by Dan Tappan
White Mountain Art
A Show Of Colors (Autumn 2016)
On October 12th

Ellen Schmidt Open Mike on October 4, 2021

Dan Tappan host
A Recollection
My Grandfather’s House

RIVERWOODS POEMS: SPRING FEVER

Bev Tappan — Sat, 09 Jun 2018 17:49:17 +0000

SPRING FEVER

What a beneficent day this is:

Sumer is icumen in,

Lilacs at the door now bloom,

Our time for flowering has come.

Toss the cumbrous coats aside.

Light and lithesome is our style.

We’ll be darkly cloaked no more.

Warmth has reached our northern shores.

From our caverns we’ll emerge,

For frolicking we feel the urge.

Setting out plants and pulling weeds

With gardening fervor we are seized

Old bones step out with vigor and vim

And all the world is young again.

RIVERWOODS POEMS: WINTER’S ON THE WANE

Bev Tappan — Sun, 11 Feb 2018 00:00:22 +0000

I thought I heard a cardinal speak

But how could that possibly be?

The temps are in the twenties

And the parking lot is icy.

Every shrub is rimed with silver

Snow has coated every tree.

How does any bird find shelter

Where uncover any seed?

Still I know it’s not much longer

Till he’ll claim his nesting site

And be callng out to warn the

Other cardinals of his rights

Then entice a tawny female

To co-sponsor their new tribe.

RIVERWOODS POEMS: NEW BEGINNINGS

Bev Tappan — Mon, 24 Apr 2017 17:00:26 +0000

NEW BEGINNINGS

Unpruned, forsythia explodes

Golden shafts in tangled glory

Glistening with April’s raindrops.

They catch our eye and then we see

A pink profusion, a panoply

Of petals bedecking cherry trees.

Daffodils also have suddenly sprung

Up. Their white and yellow trumpets

Herald the tulips soon to come.

Hyacinths too are blossoming blue

And in the woods hepaticas strew

Vines of pale lilac ground cover.

Spring is busting out all over.

RIVERWOODS POEMS: ON THE CUSP OF SPRING

Bev Tappan — Sat, 01 Apr 2017 01:20:22 +0000

ON THE CUSP OF SPRING

It’s snowing again and yet

The yellow crocus has bloomed

On the lawn, the finches are back

To their nest in the blue spruce.

Flocks of robins have landed

Each to claim his purlieu

His own particular tract

In which to cock his head

And listen for worms. The bands

Of redwings have returned

To the pond. We hear their chirr.

A bevy of female mallards

Was seen on the tidal river

Along with a Canada gang

Of geese heading north. The cardinal

“Cheer cheer”s his mating call.

And yet it is snowing again.