April
The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day.
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
a cloud come over the sunlit arch,
And wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.
A bluebird comes tenderly up to alight
And turns to the wind to unruffle a plume,
His song so pitched as not to excite
A single flower as yet to bloom.
It is snowing a flake; and he half knew
Winter was only playing possum.
Except in color he isn’t blue,
But he wouldn’t advise a thing to blossom.
— Robert Frost, excerpt from Two Tramps in Mud Time
Lovely image and poem for the day Mary. Perfect!
April 10, 2019 at 7:03 am
My bluebirds seem to be coming and then going, checking out the houses but not staying and moving in.
April 10, 2019 at 7:05 am
What a perfectly beautiful combination of photo and prose….both by such talented people!
April 10, 2019 at 7:18 am
🙈 photo and poem
April 10, 2019 at 7:24 am
🙈 photo and poem
April 10, 2019 at 7:22 am
Perfect poem for today. The deck is icy, but the railings are now lined with seeds, gotta keep food out for my dependents.
April 10, 2019 at 7:49 am
What a perfect poem and picture for today! Thank you!
April 10, 2019 at 9:30 am
Yes, indeed. Thank you Mary.
April 10, 2019 at 10:06 am
Perfect!
April 10, 2019 at 10:17 am
A perfect post on a chilly April Day. Hugs, Sara and Warren
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April 10, 2019 at 5:21 pm
Thank you for that.
April 10, 2019 at 5:55 pm