April is like everything else; it meets you like you meet it. I have known toothy Aprils. Ones that roared their victory over winter's leftover crumbs and devoured them to get even stronger. I've had Aprils that curl up next to me, tucking irrepressible wildflowers into my pocket while my head was pressed to a wall. Those Aprils put their arms around me and whispered into my ear while cherry blossoms rained around us. This one is a curious April, perhaps a little stubborn. Those flowers will bloom, though the wind will blow. And then we will see what colors they take on, what fruits will feed us in October.
the bud doesn't needto know it's final color
in order to bloom
Song Choice for this Groove: What's Up? by Four Non Blondes
Liner Notes for this Groove: This is linked to Poets and Storytellers United's Friday Writings post. The prompt asked us to find inspiration in a group of quotes about April. I think I took a little bit from both T.S. Eliot and Marty Rubin to come up with something that felt like me.
Love the haiku - a wonderful haibun.
ReplyDeleteIt's all lovely: prose, haiku and song.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and there is so much depth in your haiku Love it
ReplyDeleteEvery time I read the poem, the meaning gets deeper. Thanks for reminding the song, reminding me the magic of the nineties.
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