April and Time for Poetry

Here it is, already April again, National Poetry Month, and time to write a poem every day for 30 days. I have friends who write a poem every day, almost every month. They are prolific. I am not. But here is a poem for the first day of the heartbreaking month of April. Heartbreaking because it cleaves the world.

It’s early April                    windy

and the pine cones                          are falling

from the trees                      the leaves

are rushing back and forth across

the lawn              and the little

dog        is nervous                           between

a bark and howl                he can’t decide

I’m of two           minds

myself   unable

to let go

of the dark that came before

so that I can        take hold

of the light          that’s on its way