The calendar months project arose from a simple question: what makes each month distinctive? The poems were created to merge the wonder of the people and sites of the neighborhood with the calendar months.
April
By Mildred Alpern
April’s not a cruel month
Whoever said it was?
It’s birds and bees and popped-up leaves
On blooming pink magnolia trees
It’s wardrobe change and closet check
For fedora hat to wear
It’s warmer days and cooler nights
Snug comforters to share
It spurs the springtime’s simple strolls
Through winding paths in parks
Where crocuses in color range
From white to purple dark
Check out January through March here.
Lovely poem AND lovely flower-pix.
Nothing here about which to kvetch.
More refreshing than a cold beer on a hot day.
Beautiful!
Leaves little to be said. A wonderful poem. Thank you
Ah, thank you. That’s lovely.
That’s T.S. Eliot. The poem is not about April.
So glad, Kit, that you picked up on the reference to Eliot’s The Wasteland. Yes, it is not about April. Let the reader discover its content.
“April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.”