Poetry Month and Lilacs

 April is Poetry Month.

Ethel Romig Fuller was Oregon Poet Laureate from 1957-1965.
Not long ago I found a copy of her book, Kitchen Sonnets.
As part of celebrating Poetry Month I wanted to share one of her poems.

No April Words

There are no words for saying

How wistful is the push

Of April through the budding

Of a lilac bush.

There are no notes for making

A little elfin air

Of new leaves on a willow;

No phrases to compare

With tapering blue hyacinths;

The first white butterfly;

Of plum trees misted sudden

Silver on the sky.....

One may only listen-

Hand at throat-to rapture

More lyrically lovely

Than any song may capture.