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.
