dear April



Dear April, 
I think I might have seen you today through my camera lens -- you were peeking out of the apricot tree branches just off our back porch. The sun reflected off the milky white of the petals, and the wind carefully reached down to arrange them.

I think I felt you today, April, walking along obscure backyard paths. The greening grass, soft and wet under the soles of my feet, swelled with the sodden soil as I ambled. A puddle offered its mirrored surface to the sky, rippling as I tiptoed through.

And April, I think I heard you today, serenading with the song of chorus frogs through my window, a melodic invitation of spring, accompanying my green tea and algebra.

Yes, the world is slowly waking from it's wintery slumber, I think. It has been a long, lovely sleep, but the morning of spring is so very sweet. It is good to see you again, dear April. Welcome back.

-Graci

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