A very happy easter to all those back home. Wishing I was there to munch on chocolate and dig through easter baskets and smell the sweet arrival of spring with you all...
thank you mama easter bunny for making a long distance trip via UPS to deliver my easter basket :)
A poem for my loves, by one of my favorites...
April
by: Amy Lowell (1874-1925)
A bird chirped at my window this morning,
And over the sky is drawn a light net-work of clouds.
Come,
Let us go out into the open,
For my heart leaps like a fish that is ready to spawn.
I will lie under the beech-trees,
Under the grey branches of the beech-trees,
In a blueness of little squills and crocuses.
I will lie among the little squills
And be delivered of this overcharge of beauty,
And that which is born shall be a joy to you
Who love me.
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