Monday, April 06, 2015

A Pause

Spring, the sunrise of the year,
Is spilling softly through April
With blue skies yesterday
and snow today.

Ice drips from bare branches
And green shoots peek up through
Cold earth and a whisper-thin layer of snow.

We pause.

Listening to the earth,
Learning from the season,
We pause.


6 comments:

Pom Pom said...

Yay, Poet! Yay for April National Poetry Month, right? I love hearing from you, dear A. YOU are awesome. I hope you are feeling spring in your heart! (BIG HUG!)

Aisling said...

PomPom, Thank you so much for your visit! Love poetry, as you know, and April is a beautiful month to celebrate it. :)

Out on the prairie said...

Lovely verse. It is spilling into pour lives quickly here. Lots of new babies and blooms.

Jessica said...

How lovely to find you in my blog feed!

Happy Springtime!!

Tabor said...

It is all about listening at this time of year I think.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

So pleased you have returned
and I checked in again
this early morning..