Heading outside for some well-needed Vitamin N; Kim Douillard posted about this necessary vitamin here, and invited us to post photos from our outings. So this post with be a photo ode as well as a poetic one.
To the tune of the lawnmower
and the cardinal at the birdbath,
April harmonizes
and paints the air
with buzzing bees
and wispy contrails.April celebrates Cathy’s birthday;
She shows me how to
stop and smell the flowers.
She names them for me:
“Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
is deep purple yesterday,
violet today,
and white tomorrow.”April holds a pineapple guava
ripe with red nectar
while the cashmere bouquet
hides its treasure
beneath wing-like leaves.April rains make a gentle waterfall
of a mere coulee, a watering hole
for passing dogs in the park.April is as I imagine heaven,
bright with new light,
flowing on the breeze
a kite with strings
made of flowers.
I will be visualizing April for the rest of the day as you have so beautifully imagined it, Margaret – especially as this: a kite with strings
made of flowers.
What a lovely ending! Beautiful ode to April, Margaret.
“April is as I imagine heaven…”
Yes!