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.
Beach Rules
Coming away from Pilates this morning, this pretty cat crossed my path.
