Spring Poem

I am a 55 year old tree hugger by nature. I was always outdoors as a child, a young and middle-aged adult, and still today I get many of my life philosophies from observing nature. I wrote this poem one afternoon during an art class at my Area Mental health center which I attend for my mental illness. It was a cold, blustery April day, and I began thinking about how nature can help us gain back our power to face adversity.

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Song For An Old-Fashioned April

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Published: June 2014

April, April, how do I know
whether thou be friend or foe?
Give me sunlight, give me breath,
Give me belief there is no death.

How I wonder, my giver of the flower
Whether I'll have staying power;
To wage this battle through thick and thin
To know my love will come back again...

Tell me April, who is my love,
The red robin or the cooing dove?
How can a messenger seem so still
While streams overflow with winter's swill?

Give me love or give me power;
I'll take some of both
And contemplate the flower......

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