Hello, dear readers!
April is National Poetry Month
There’s a Poem-A-Day challenge going on at Writer’s Digest, if you’re interested.
Here’s one of my favorites:
Oh, to be in England
Now that April’s there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
And after April, when May follows,
And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops—at the bent spray’s edge—
That’s the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children’s dower
—Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!
~ Robert Browning poemhunter.com
And one of mine:
Cadence of My Heart
A trench coat in the shadows
of the Carolina rain
he waited on the tarmac
I trembled on the plane.
A long awaited summit
emotions sharp and deep
uniting kindred souls at last
commencing ‘dad and me’
I noted every nuance
his wisdom, scorn and wit
eyeing every corner for
a place that I might fit
To bask within his quiet calm
to memorize his stride
defy the odds and doubting minds
of those who would divide
Two souls that brooked the tests of time
together and apart
he remains my guiding light
the cadence of my heart.
Love you dad!
Do you have a poem to share?