April is National Poetry Month

[Karen]

The faintest tint green
Is starting to appear, on
Lawns, in weary hearts

Warm day, neighbors hang
Out wind chimes, that had been stowed
Safe from winter storms

The chimes sound softly
Singing of summer nights, and
Lemonade iced tea

[Karen]

Why do they call it daybreak
When dawn is not a sharp thing
But a creeping in of light
A lightening on the horizon
Subtle and silent
And sure as life?

Why do they call it daybreak
When it begins the day unbidden
And does not crash in
Like waves upon a rocky coast
To be shattered
and then reformed?

Why do they call it daybreak
When night is what is ending
And even the harshest dawn
Is a beginning, a start,
A new chapter, new possibilities
And only sleep
is broken?

Why do they call it daybreak
When no matter how dim
Or how bright the light
it is whole and unbroken
Above the cloudy skies
Or city haze?

Why do they call it daybreak
When only the birdsong breaks
the stillness of night and they
Start long before the light appears?

Maybe it should be
Night-break
Or dream-break
Or star-shutter or
Nights end?

It comes when it does
Regardless of our
Human names
And I usually sleep through it anyway!

[Karen]

Soft rain gently falls
A grey day's blessing, greening
The landscape anew

A slight breeze tickles
Newly unfurling leaves, bright
As a child’s giggle