Exhales of Pink and Yellow
April promises days without frost, riots of blossoms erasing the gray of petals sacrificed in winter. My walks through the woods are Monet’s paintbrush dipped into shades of wild violets, emerald moss, and bluebird wing writing a path to its nest. From my window I see my front garden exhale in shades of pink and yellow roses. Their sigh of joy helps me step out of my shell of grief to imagine my daughter singing from her favorite chair on the porch. My eyes spot the first butterfly resting on a dandelion and I am encouraged by their determination to find space to grow in a horizon of concrete. Oh April, I’ve needed you this year. My ashy sweater of grief loosens another button. Today feels less like I’m holding my breath while trying not to drown in undone. ©Susie Clevenger 2024 What's Going On? ~ April Dawn Singing Someone to Watch Over Me Cynthia Dawn Clevenger 2/21/1974 - 1/26/2022