Celebrating Poetry Month

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;

With 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.

~Kitchen Sonnets by Ethel Romig Fuller

Celebrating Poetry Month

A poem from a treasured book I once found at the antique mall.