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 phrase 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
And April comes soon to an end with flowers once again blooming in the garden.
Rain clouds still sit in the sky to water them.
But soon the sun will shine and I will be happy.
I have been pushing a bit and some days I dance in the sun.
Socks on my toes will soon go in the drawer.
And I will savor warm toes.
Enjoy Springtime this week, even if it is in your soul and heart.
