Thursday, April 6, 2017

In April

This I saw on an April day:
Warm rain spilt from a sun-lined cloud,
A sky-flung wave of gold at evening,
And a cock pheasant treading a dusty path
Shy and proud.

And this I found in an April field:
A new white calf in the sun at noon,
A flash of blue in a cool moss bank,
And tips of tulips promising flowers
To a blue-winged loon.

And this I tried to understand
As I scrubbed the rust from my brightening plow:
The movement of seed in furrowed earth,
And a blackbird whistling sweet and clear
From a green-sprayed bough.
~ James Hearst  (1900-1983)


DeniseinVA said...

I love the tray Jo and this lovely poem, a perfect pairing. Have a great weekend. I am hoping for nothing but sunshine :)

Betsy Brock said...

Pretty tray...and poem! We have a few blooms! Starting to feel like spring!

Kathy said...

Such a nice post. Love the poem.

Anonymous said...

A beautiful poem and the tray is so colorful. Happy April!

DJan said...

Beautiful! :-)

Henny Penny said...

Such a pretty tray, and I LOVE the poem! Jo, I look at your posts and think, okay, I need to get busy, inside and out, if this place is ever going to be anything like Jo's (which could never be). You really know how to make things beautiful. Thank you!

donna baker said...

I have a thing for trays Jo. Ahem, and that one too.