Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| What month am I? This month begins as winter fools us. "Make up your mind." We fuss. Crocuses hide beneath white snow, the sun behind black crows. We take a nap until those days when warm winds bring soft rains and color fills our daily dreams as grassy lawns turn green. Clear skies burst out in brilliant blue and yellow fills our view as dandelions and daffodils cover cool fields and hills. The apricots bloom pink and white. If frosty nights don't bite, we'll harvest their fruits come August before the autumn's dust. We salute the Earth for all she gives that helps all wildlife live. We gather her blooming tulips, then plant new tulip trees. I follow March. What month am I? I bring wet cloudy skies, dance in puddles that welcome May, pick hyacinth bouquets. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.63] (30.april.2021) 24 lines. 8/6 ballad; aabb rhyme (more or less). For:
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