The Verge of April
The twigs of March drip,
and dangle, late in the day
birdsong returns
as if from the dead.
New leaves open veins ~
offerings to the small prophets of Spring;
those earth worms that have risen
from the wet mud now teach the soil
how to give birth again.
April come!
We need your renewal,
hearts thunder with hope,
the living run or stumble toward you.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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