April is indeed the cruelest month: first taxes, and now a
rainy weekend that suggests nothing so much as, "Psst, it's really
time to get to that spring cleaning. And switch out your winter wardrobe for
your summer. And your filing cabinet's a joke." If, like me, you're in
need of a Cure
but don't especially feel like taking your medicine, let W.D.
Snodgrass soothe:
April Inventory
The green catalpa tree has turned
All white; the cherry blooms once more.
In one whole year I haven't learned
A blessed thing they pay you for.
The blossoms snow down in my hair;
The trees and I will soon be bare.....
full poem from The Academy of American Poets site
photo credit: eR mood
That's just plain gorgeous. Thank you.
Thank you for reminding me of how much i love poetry !
Hello,
I don't mind you using my picture on your website and thank you for giving me credit, but it would be nice to ask before you do so.
Could you please add a direct link to the photo as well.
Thanks