The Eve of April
Here on the eve of April
I sweep the path to your door.
All is quiet within.
In the mid-night
the stars call and
swing across the answering sky.
After dreams, tomorrow waits.
I’ve strewn white petals
on the stone walk.
The world lies ready.
Such lovely images; I can smell the fragrance of anticipation. I came across your blog through the NaPoWriMo site and I’m glad I did. Best of luck this month.
Thank you so much for visiting and your kind comment – best of the month to you too!
Lovely imagery.
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Beautiful, Mary Beth. Love “answering sky,” especially.
I get this image of someone sitting along, while everyone else is asleep, and watching the stars, waiting for the new day to arrive. Maybe this is exactly what I was doing last night (though with less star watching and more people awake outside me door) but that is why I like it. I like the quiet of morning when ine has the world to onesself, and your poem reflects that.
What a lovely poem! So glad to have found your blog through NAPO! Good luck on your April poem writing journey. You are off to a grand start!
The world is ready and you’ve captured it so well, in such nice words. Great start of April!
Best, M.
I came from the NaPoWriMo site. I’m excited to find it since I try and play along with Poetry Month though I’m a prose writer at heart. Lovely image, nice movement. I’ll be back. Come visit. I’ll make tea.
Whoa – and a quilter t’boot! welcome!
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