Wednesday, April 29, 2009

April 2009



Every time I say I’m going to skip my garden diary, when the month nears end, it pokes and prods at me – what? Nothing to say, have you looked outside lately?



April brings.
Birds and buds
Green grass
Blossoms on the trees
Swallows

Whatever would we do without April?
Without the bringing?


April lets go . . .
The snowbirds
The winter flakes
The icy grip

Whatever would we do -
without the letting go?

Breathe in. Release.
Give. Receive.
Such is the movement of April
The poetry of Life



Anthea and Marigold spend their April days listening to the moon, singing songs of goodbye, and welcoming the new.