April 2025

April is my favorite month. The rain keeps me feeling like myself. The flowers praise the earth with joy.

The air here is the best I’ve ever known. Weather, atmosphere. Peace. Write a poem, sing a song. Keep steady. Find new ways to communicate. Watch something grow.

This song is about…

This song was written…

I recorded this song…

This poem is from…

I am writing daily poems – more or less – tracking the weather. I am a decent tracker. Hope you like them, dear reader. I’ll keep posting some of them here. Fingers crossed a few will make their way into lit mags, and after that? A book?! It’s not too far fetched a dream. The title of the book is The Last of my Poverty.

I’ll also have a little companion album to go with the poetry – picking poems that convert easily to lyrics. If you missed the songs I’ve shared, please enjoy Do you think there will be rain? and Unusual Weather.

I am thinking to par this blog down to monthly thought pieces, sprinkled with poems and songs. Thought is so important! Thought needs time to be as wonderful as can be. Write, rest, revise. That’s my secret recipe. The mulch is crucial. When you rest an essay, it grows in depth.

Though they need no praise, the flowers are easy to share. Throughout April, Marsh violets dot my meadow like stars in the sky. Pretty white-with-purple, or full purple faces, close to the earth. They are fragile and dry scentless. They dry almost like a confetti.

Marsh violet

The meadow gives my imagination a lot of play. Knights and princesses and angels. The flowers are wonderfully named.

In a way, I am waiting for a miracle. Perhaps the only virtue is patience.

Write everyday. Even if you can only manage a sentence. Stop writing for a while. Stop reading, too. Mulch. When you’re ready, have at it again. See what changed. How did you mature? Gaps in writing craft aren’t unusual, and if you find yourself with a stop-gap rhythm instead of the absolute daily, be glad!

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