A gift of a poem for you at Easter time.
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
Happy Easter
Happy Springtime
Happy April
