May you all enjoy these words as much as I.

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Photographs of Spring by Sonja Bingen, our daughter

 

April
a poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis

April on tossed hair,
in trees,
across the paths and grass
with branches stuck in seas of sky,
comes,

and
nowhere
is the snow
that covered us
and protected us,
but now
green
pushes up,
and
i
hold on
a moment like bark
and hear

a swinging down
out of trees

and
i see
your surprised
face
when
the earth jumps up fast to meet your legs.

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