April Improvisations
after Theodore Roethke
1
Young heaven, spread your blue
As clouds announce the sun.
Rain, bless the lily's lip!
Green braille on every shrub:
Shy petals peep and budge.
2
If I but walk into April,
A blear-eyed world wakes up,
Tosses the smudge of sleep.
Voices of earth, exult!
Flesh perks and grows alert.
3
The bulk of Nature breathes:
Light stumbles into Song.
A sparrow's brush with birth
Beside talkative waters---
What more do my eyes need?
4
Still, the stones dance and shine
Making the moon rejoice.
Bards and their muses kiss!
Skin shivers. Heart, accept
This gift that keen minds miss.
Poetry by Thomas D
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Written on 2021-04-06 at 23:43
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