I liked your tribute to April very much. This year, she has been alternately frowning and exuberant. I thought your poem about facets losing their glow without light to be most apt. The riddle in the third poem is excellent. Number four is also enigmatic at first, but that made me reread it. How I wish some students could send their minds ahead as they worked on their proof problems! Thanks for all of these.
Though I selected the weeping response, I cannot help but recognize the hope in some of your Haiku, as in
Up in the meadow
Beneath the snow white blanket
Hope springs eternal
and
Puddles within ice
Give way beneath heavy boots
Like winter to spring
Thanks again for sharing yourself in these.
The Scenic Route is bewitching and beautiful. Your observations in Haiku form were like single bell-like notes sounded by a wind chime. I was especially taken by the connection drawn between your hands and your grandmother's.
I am so glad you enjoyed the three blind mice. That’s it came to me all at once. The haiku were longer in arriving, but they are a favorite form. It was @AC Benus who really showed me most about writing them, and I remain most grateful to him for that. It’s wonderful that these brightened your day. Thank you!
I confess to liking April 4 very much too. April can be fickle as March; I’m sorry to hear you got unwonted and unwanted snow. But I’m glad you took time to read these, and doubly glad for your thoughts.
April 1
Some say that April is a jezebel
in all affections fickle made
and even to those friends who know her well
intemperate in mood displayed,
but shyly she may show
a smile to friend and beau,
infrequently although.
She enters on the nimbus, unafraid
of storm and mighty winds that blow
across the calendar from March that flayed
the shore, the mountain, and plateau;
but through the weary pine
she may
Coats, like shoes, travel many miles with us, either on countless local trips or on unforgettable adventures. I cannot help but remember those travels whenever I put one on. Thank you very much for reading and for your comments.
That windbreaker has seen its share of deer, constellations and new snow. The parka is almost new, by comparison. I’m glad each of them connected with you in their way. Thanks very much for taking a moment to look through the closet with me, and for sharing your thoughts.
Thank you for taking time to sift through my closet with me. For me, memory sometimes needs the sensory input of objects to fully bring them alive again.
Each one of them comes with some associated recollection. I agree that some are near impossible to part with. Thanks for your thoughts and for reading.