Written for: Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #66: All About April
(posted by Rosemary)
"I invite you to be inspired by any or all of these: a line or phrase, an idea, a mood, a whole poem … I’ve given you a variety to choose from.
And there's the song, sad yet achingly beautiful, which you may also (or instead) use as inspiration.
You may take issue with something said, if you like.
Or if you’d rather, ignore them all and scribble for us your own story about April."
April is an addlepated elder. Cannot
make a decision and stick to it. Daffodils
open, then hang their heads from gusty
winds more like November. Sometimes a river
runs down the street, garbage cans take off
for parts unknown, and night is chilly. Then,
tiny puddles top budding tulips, weeping
cherries, and the sun glints rainbows.
Do not rely on weather reports from
as near as one hour ago. Look out, step
out, and decide for yourself if it's
light jacket, thin sweater or shorts.
What can you do? April is an addlepated elder.