I watch the trees outside move in the breeze.
Their new blossoms flow lazy and smooth.
This month moves faster than I ever thought it could,
And for the first time I do not look into the mouth of that lion called change,
As May ushers itself in.
Life is long and short,
And springtime is here in all it’s glory before I’ve really bid winter goodbye.
I watch the very first blooms of bleeding hearts in the backyard sway in the wind.
They are me, beautiful in our imperfection.
Change is never easy.
I have replaced a tree outside one window with a new one,
One small corner of the universe.
Another year passes and I wonder where the time went.
Colors fly and suddenly the flowers bloom again.
It is peaceful in this twenty third April.
How is it possible to be so old and young at once.
In life I am such a slow learner.
On this April Friday, it is enough.
Snow in April
The wind whistles outside my window.
And the trees look lonely without budding leaves.
Life is white outside,
Yet my heart is a cacophony of color,
Of not knowing what’s next.
It is a strange spring.
Today is a day of fools.
And all I want is to throw my arms out,
And dance in the sunshine.
I shake off the snow,
Let the wind blow kisses against my skin.
My hair smells like the sun,
And I walk toward the moon.
One fool in a world of folly.