April is National Poetry Month, NaPoMo, and I aim to give you a new poem every day for this month. Here is a lovely April poem by Sara Teasdale,
Morning by Sara Teasdale
I went out on an April morning
All alone for my heart was high,
I was a child of the shining meadow,
I was a sister of the sky.
There in the windy flood of morning
Longing lifted its weight from me,
Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering,
Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.
This plaque caught my eye today.
Coming away from Pilates this morning, this pretty cat crossed my path.
April 2, 2016 at 8:29 am
So many beautiful metaphors in Sara’s poem. And I love the sea and beach so much that i live close by. .
April 2, 2016 at 10:08 pm
So do we, 10 miles to the North coast and 12 to the South. Aren’t we lucky? 🙂
April 1, 2016 at 6:37 pm
fun beach rules…I like that!…and it is a pretty cat who’s owner has taken the time to collar… a nice red one!