April - Showers, Flowers and Clouds

Song of A Second April By Edna St. Vincent Millay

April this year, not otherwise

Than April of a year ago,

Is full of whispers, full of sighs,

Of dazzling mud and dingy snow;

Hepaticas that pleased you so

Are here again, and butterflies.

There rings a hammering all day,

And shingles lie about the doors;

In orchards near and far away

The grey wood-pecker taps and bores;

The men are merry at their chores,

And children earnest at their play.

The larger streams run still and deep,

Noisy and swift the small brooks run

Among the mullein stalks the sheep

Go up the hillside in the sun,

Pensively, -- only you are gone,

You that alone I cared to keep.

April is such a hopeful month. We do have a chance for showers today. It does feel rather spring like this morning. But tomorrow's forecast is a high of 80 degrees with the danger of severe storms. It makes one wonder what this summer will be like.

In the meantime, those undulating clouds have me captivated. And poetry, as always, soothes my worries. 

 T