Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Poem: April Dance

April Dance

This year, as you carefully watch
the entry of spring,
the day to day ebb and flow
of temperature, sun, growth and cold,

you notice how, like love, it is a mix
of fear and fireworks,
of color and frost,
less a march than a dance

of charge and retreat,
stillness and frenzy,
of cold nights and sun drenched days,
a fluid pirouette
to the languid, lush perfection of summer.

The photograph is of a garden in Williamsburg, Virginia. You can click on it for a larger version.


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