Sunday, May 3, 2015

WINTER BEES & OTHER POEMS OF THE COLD by Joyce Sidman



Sidman, Joyce. 2014. Winter Bees and Others Poems of the Cold.  Illustrated by Rick Allen.   Boston: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. ISBN 9780547906508.


I must recommend yet another book from our 2013 NCTE Poetry Award recipient, Joyce Sidman with illustrations by Rick Allen.   Who better to collaborate on a book of winter poems than two residents of Minnesota?  The art work combines old and new mediums to create a stunning look that begins with the last fall leaves and ends with the first bud of spring with beautiful winter celebrated in between.  Sidman combines her exceptional poetry with a bonus sidebar of scientific information for each subject of reflection.  The table of contents reveals twelve titles: Dream of the Tundra Swan, Snake’s Lullaby, Snowflake Wakes, Big Brown Moose, Winter Bees, Under Ice, Brother Raven Sister Wolf, Vole in Winter, What Do the Trees Know, Chickadee’s Song, The Whole World Is Melting, and Triolet for Skunk Cabbage.  The jacket information tells of the extensive research Sidman did in preparation for the book including first-hand treks over icy lakes to observe beaver lodges. Her research not only affords us the spectacular sensory imagery of her poetry, but exceptional facts in her sidebars.  Additionally, a glossary of 22 amazing words such as ectothermic and subnivean (which my spell checker doesn’t even know), rounds out the experience.
Sidman uses a variety of poetic forms as one would expect from this poetic virtuoso:  a pantoum (Under Ice), rhyming couplets (Snake’s Lullaby), and triolet (Triolet for Skunk Cabbage) to name a few.  She is a master of every poetic element:
Rhythm
 Brother, sister, flick you tongue
and taste the flakes of autumn sun

 Figurative Language
Born with eyelash legs
and tinsel wings

Sense Imagery
The snow is slumping and dripping
And staining the bark black!

Sound
You are a Squawker, Croaker,
Alarm–on-the-wind.

Emotional Impact
Deep in the winter hive,
We burn like a golden sun.

This book is exceptionally appealing at first glance because of its beautiful cover art and interesting title (who thinks of bees in the winter?!).  It gets even better the more you read.  Each poem is so intricately crafted that each reading offers something new to notice.  The scientific information included in the sidebars is also very unique and interesting, making it a fun read for both the analytical and intuitive brain.   Because this book has so much to offer in eye appeal, sensory stimulation, and scientific fact, it is a versatile book for all ages for both personal and curricular purposes.

I was glad to use this book with my kindergartners during our unit on winter.  We make a book about chickadees each year, and this year I introduced the activity by reading “Chickadee’s Song.”  It was particularly interesting to read in the sidebar that chickadees “weigh less than a handful of paperclips.”(p. 25) The kids held a handful of paperclips to get an idea of how small and light a real chickadee is.  The cadence of the poem suggests the constant movement that is necessary for the chickadee to hunt for their daily food to sustain the long winter.  In this poem, Sidman includes the sound (fee bee) of the bird in four quatrains of aabb rhyming pattern.  She creates an atmosphere of pre-spring with her lines, The sun wheels high, the cardinal trills./We sip the drips of icicles./The buds are thick, the snow is slack./Spring has broken winter’s back.

Please enjoy this gem.

Chickadee’s Song by Joyce Sidman

From dawn to dusk in darkling air
We glean and gulp and pluck and snare,
then find a roost that’s snug and tight
to brave the long and frozen night.

We fluff and preen each downy feather.
Sing fee-bee—and laugh at the weather!
For if we’re quick and bold and clever,
           winter’s chill won’t last forever.

The sun wheels high, the cardinal trills.
We sip the drips of icicles.
The buds are thick, the snow is slack.
Spring has broken winter’s back.

Quick and bold and brave and clever,
 we preen and fluff each downy feather.
Sing fee-bee—laugh at the weather—
           for winter doesn’t last forever!

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