Sharing A Poem: Welcome Spring

Loved this poem from the Writer's Almanac and had to pass it along and give thanks for living on the East Coast, where we have four seasons and spotting spring flora is a spiritual experience.

The Saints of April

by Todd Davis

Coltsfoot gives way to dandelion,

plum to apple blossom. Cherry fills

our woods, white petals melting

like the last late snow. Dogwood's

stigmata shine with teh blood

of this season. How holy

forsythia and redbud are

as they consume their own

flowers, green leaves running

down their crowns. Here is

the shapeliness of bodies

newly formed, the rich cloth

that covers frail bones and hides

roots that hold fervently

to this dark earth.

-For Jack Ridl