Since we're now well into the month of April, with Spring springing around us and Summer shimmering with promise on the horizon, I thought a poem about April would be appropriate ...
April Prayer
by Stuart Kestenbaum
Just before the green begins there is the hint of green
a blush of color, and the red buds thicken
the ends of the maple’s branches and everything
is poised before the start of a new world,
which is really the same world
just moving forward from bud
to flower to blossom to fruit
to harvest to sweet sleep, and the roots
await the next signal, every signal
every call a miracle and the switchboard
is lighting up and the operators are
standing by in the pledge drive we’ve
all been listening to: Go make the call.
Enjoy Spring. Get out and do your gardening, work in the yard, go for long walks. Make the call.
Have a good day. More thoughts tomorrow.
Bilbo
3 comments:
April is the cruelest month;
Mixing memory with desire
April is a time of renewal.
Some heavy gardening is awaiting this summer. Pulling out some dead bushes. Got a backhoe I can borrow?
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