Oh, April…
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
∼ excerpt, TS Eliot, The Wasteland
The lilacs outside my door are poised: soon they will blossom forth, but not yet, oh, not yet.
And this is how I feel, my imaginary friend – not here, not there, not yet. Memory and desire swirl around me, bringing up new budding tendrils each day; around me a vast sea of the barely-glimpsed colours of unopened flowers, while a lowering grey sky hems me in, viscerally. April’s refrain: not yet, not yet, not yet.
Me, and my imaginary friend 
You have a way of bringing life and color to your words. Beautifully felt and written!
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How kind, thank you.
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I get the hemmed in viscerally, for sure. I thought in coming here I would enjoy the novelty of grey skies once again. A couple of days later, I was over it! 😂 And thankfully I only had to wait four days from my arrival for the sun to crack through. Though that is not entirely true, the gray would hang in all day only to have the sunshine peek through the clouds toward evening, when it hadn’t had time to warm the ground. It was nice to see it make an appearance. And the hummingbirds were oout in droves, which made it all worthwhile. We don’t have hummingbirds in Hawaii, and I do miss the little buggers. Now it is bright and sunny and it does take the chill out of the bones, though I have been active ever since I have landed back in this Pacific Northwest. So lovely these islands, but I don’t think I could live here. Lucky me though, I get to visit when I want to. Love your words … always. ❤️
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Thanks, Bela 🙂 There is much to love here: the green and lush forests feel like a cathedral to me… But winters seem longer with the grey, and a late spring is crazy-making. Welcome, May!
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Yup. I don’t think I’d do well with extended periods of grey. And welcome to May, indeed! Aloha, VL! 😘
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Nice poetry: yours and TS Eliot’s. Your springtime buds recall images of shy, would-be lovers daring not to speak nor touch for fear of being rejected… not yet, not yet…
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Thank you my friend! Now the eve of Beltane, and looks like cruel April may be a memory…
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