April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
The mallards and geese returned awhile ago now.
In fact, because the weather has been so mild, they didn’t really go anywhere.
I never saw any flight formations heading south.
I think we ARE south now….
I’m not sure that’s a good thing.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you; Don’t go back to sleep. ~Rumi
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