Friday, April 6, 2012

April

A whole new freshman class
of leaves has arrived

on the dark twisted branches
we call our woods, turning

green now—color of
anticipation. In my 76th year,

I know what time and weather
will do to every leaf.

But the camellia swells
to ivory at the window,

and the bleeding heart bleeds
only beauty.

By Linda Pastan

1 comment:

The Rookie said...

This is so incredibly lovely. Thank you.