Day 30

April 30, 2015

April is perfect in all conceivable ways apart from the pining separation from November’s divine dark

Day 29

April 29, 2015

of all the angels who wandered and waited or not who landed before me here, there, what brings you to …

April 28, 2015

alike from afar but endlessly varied stitches line the edges of all we touch of our made being

April 27, 2015

— as the sea under its starry lattice moans leaving us and coming back in endless indecision

April 26, 2015

long ago atop this wooded hill, breeze tossing leaves, Emerson’s pages ruffling, a habitat discovered

April 25, 2015

even the sundial loses all track of time following the breeze swarm through our sea of fresh pine needles

April 23, 2015

nun-like with quiet precision you yield, fold laundry, tidy rooms, teach children to read

April 22, 2015

starry white droplets line tree branches, fragile, falling, constellations, signs, against March’s gray realm

April 21, 2015

rain baptizes the yard, field, streets, river from winter’s hold opening the frightened ground flowing through it and forward

April 20, 2015

sawing away branches that died over winter unnoticed until others blossomed out