April is National Poetry Month

[Karen]

Let's try to post something each day, even if it just a haiku! I'll start, - serial haiku, but ...

Sometimes April days
Seem misplaced from other months
March, November, May

Nothing’s as hopeful
As blue sky warmth or as grim
As a sleet forecast

Still we carry on
We New Englanders do, with
A certain dry wit

Summer dreams seem more
Distant in April, even
Than February

But gardeners still
Prepare tools, seeds and deep hope
Planting time will come

[Karen]

Rainy night, street lights
Smear their glow in colorful
Ribbons on wet roads

No darkness, city
Lights get multiplied and spread
Most on rainy nights

[Catty1]

I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree.
Indeed, unless the billboards fall
I'll never see a tree at all.

- Ogden Nash

[Catty1]

National Poetry Month
south of the border - dare I try?
I'd think my nation had some such;
our creative rivers ne're run dry.

Politics can mess the flow
of art's soft wafting through our hearts.
'Twixt Harper, Prentice and their foes
May beauteous art step on their toes!

[Karen]

The last snowbank is
The size of a bed pillow
But needs laundering

[mon]

bread smells sweet
just not hers
long gone now
memories so fresh
like her bread