An Atticus pick this week, and a lovely one:
In April
by James Hearst
This I saw on an April day:
Warm rain spilt from a sun-lined cloud,
A sky-flung wave of gold at evening,
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(Read the whole poem here, at Poets.org.)
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The Poetry Friday round up is at Teaching Authors.
8 comments:
This poem is new to me. I'm so glad I stopped by and read it. Thank you
A new poem for me, as well, from a new-to-me poet. Thank you for sharing this slice of spring!
Beautiful, Karen. I'm glad you've shared it here on this almost end of this lovely month. Thanks!
Thank you for sharing a new poem to me. It is a breath of spring air.
We are still trying to understand the "movement of seed in furrowed earth" even though most of us no longer scrub rust off the plow. The well-spring of our life is there, in the tiny movements. Great poem.
Yes, it is lovely! Thank you!
A beautiful poem. I love that sky-flung wave of gold.
Those colors! And the movement of his lines. Beautiful.
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